MCU Reacts [Canon/Fanon] [SCHOOL/MENTAL HEALTH HIATUS]

Reacting to Thor [First Movie] Part 2

'Here we are again!! Let's continue on shall we...? We're getting to our coronation part.' Once again, Thor turned pale - paler than Loki pale. Frigga sighed, placing a calming hand over her eldest son's. He clutched it, biting his lip.

"Let's get this medieval style coronation over with! I demand the drama- ow, again, Pep- that hurts, that hurts-" Tony was smacked over the head by Pepper, who by now, was pretty much done with his shit. "Apologies. Let get started?" Pepper nodded, happy with the more 'kinder' approach to get this show on the road.

"Beginning," Loki chimed as the mist changed, grew, shifted then remained still, slowly glowing until the memory was projected onto it. "Beginning," Jormungandr echoed.

Many bustled about the halls within the palace, with servants moving in and out of each room as the glorious Aesir wore their most luxurious gowns and tunics, their shiniest armor, their most prized jewelry or decorative helmets, all obviously prepared/were preparing for a grand event-- Thor's coronation.

"Fancy..." Tony might have some ideas for the next Stark Expo. "All in favor of making the next Stark Expo renaissance themed? Anybody? Anybody want to dress- okay, Pepper, no need to slam your expensive high heeled shoe into my own foot- I'll be quiet."

"This coronation must be really big... I mean, I doubt that there's that many people living in that castle... right?" Steve looks over at Thor. 

"Well, the castle was left open to the public during the day of my coronation... therefore, anybody," he made brief contact with Loki, who smirked. "So, yes, the reason why there were so many people was because it was the inhabitants of the castle mixed in with the civilians of Asgard and... who else?"

"Vanir, Light Alfs, and dwarves," Frigga aided. "Yes, them." Thor finished.

"Hmph," Steve nodded, pretty satisfied with the answer.

A thickset man with bright auburn hair preened his beard in one of the many reflective walls of the polished palace walls. 

"It is I!" Volstagg cheered at the sight of him on the screen. His children piled all over him, yapping about every single thing you could possibly think of. Future Gunnhild and present Gunnhild mocked him, pretending to groom their imaginary beards. 

Volstagg pouted; Hildegund sent them a scolding look. 

He turned to reach for a passing platter of food, only for the servant carrying it to breeze right past him, not even sparing a glance behind them. The servant walking opposite with another tray copied. 

Letting out a huff, Volstagg turned back towards the polished wall, combing his fingers through his beard like he was doing before. During his grooming, he uncovered a morsel of food that happened to be entangled in his ginger beard, popping it into his mouth.

Thor and the Asgardians laughed; meanwhile, the citizens of Earth grimaced at the man's unhygienic action. 

"Free food," Sleipnir shrugged, causing future Gunnhild and Alfrida to laugh.

Volstagg laughed, mouth suddenly watering. He hadn't eaten in a while...

He kissed his fingers in appreciation before stepping away, immersing himself in the crowds. A raven haired man-- Hogun, slipped through the decorative golden doors of the palace to join the gathering assembly, pausing only briefly so to fit a small dagger into one of the sheaths on his forearm.

"Hogun," Thor smiled. Estrid pulled her own dagger out of one of her forearm sheaths. 

The faintest smile appeared on Hogun's lips.