(Originally published in "The Many Adventures of the Avengers and Friends")
"No, no, you're missing the point. There is no throne. There is no version of this where you come out on top." - Tony Stark, "The Avengers"
Or is there?
Multiverses have the...
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Even after Thor was booted back to Asgard in the wake of the Avengers' failure, he refused to believe what had happened. Aside from the obvious, something about the situation didn't feel... right. He had known Olivia ever since she was a baby and he was just barely able to walk by himself and talk in full sentences.
He had a faint memory of seeing the swaddled girl in his mother's arms, his wide blue eyes staring at the bundle with tufts of brown hair barely starting to grow.
Ever since then, Thor had felt a brotherly sort of bond with Olivia. In other words, a need to play older brother and protect her from harm, despite knowing full well she could hold her own. Her and Loki both.
So what was Thor supposed to do with the two people he cared most about suddenly hating everything to do with him? Oh, and the small fact of taking over an entire planet with malicious intent? That certainly didn't help matters.
Thor and Frigga had assumed something else was going on. What, they couldn't be sure, but something had changed in the pair. Though, more specifically, in Olivia. Loki, at least, they could sort of understand. That's not to say they accepted it, but they understood where it came from. Olivia, however... The girl had had random fits of anger and malicious spasms in the past, sure. Frigga had never really figured those out. It had to have been more than just "a random voice in her head," like she had said after one such instance.
A local village boy had accidentally tripped her in the marketplace. She had almost landed right on the tusk of a boar someone was selling and Olivia had gone near mental. Levitating the boy nearly nine feet off of the ground and threatening to throw him off the highest spire of the Palace, her magic illuminated nearly the whole street. Her eyes glowed and her hair whipped around, almost Gorgon-like.
The strangest thing was that the rage dissipated nearly as fast as it had come on, leaving a very apologetic Olivia confused in the streets. That was the thing about these fits of rage; Olivia was never sure why she had gotten so angry or why she had gone so berserk. Frigga had thought maybe Olivia was more powerful than she had seemed, but then Olivia had confessed to hearing a voice in her head to maim or kill.
It concerned Frigga, certainly, but a lot of Asgardian warriors had similar thoughts, especially in the heat of battle. It was an instinct that, like a woman's hormones, could get a little out of control from time to time. That was the best answer Frigga had, though deep down, she knew it wasn't the whole truth.
And apparently it was far worse than anyone could have imagined.
When Thor came home bearing news of the failure and Olivia's involvement, Frigga refused to believe it. It was almost like she went into a grief mindset, locking herself away to figure out what went wrong.
