Game in Marvel
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"I know exactly what I am talking about." Thor growled. 

"You're exaggerating. I said there might be a trial. I never said you'd be invited to throw lightning bolts in the middle of it." Liam reiterated. By this time, many of the budding sorcerers had come forward to see the drama. Kamar Taj had always known the existence of Asgard but it was another matter altogether to see the arrival of a foreign prince and start shouting at the courtyard. 

"You think I came all this way to be told I misunderstood again?" Thor's eyes crackled with electricity.

"You came all this way because you wanted to beat something up and missed the show," Liam shot back. "That's not my fault."

Thor growled. And for a moment it looked like he might throw Mjolnir just for the sake of it. But instead, he took a sharp breath, looked at his mother who gave him a disproval look.

"You are my friend, Liam. But sometimes, you make it very hard to like you." He sighed by the end. 

"Yeah. Okay. That one's on me. I should've told you. The trial happened fast, and we had… complications." Liam replied. 

"You think?" Thor snapped. "I was waiting in Asgard, armor polished, expecting war, and what do I get instead? A raven scroll from Heimdall saying, 'Liam is back from trial. Barton is taken.' Taken?! Taken by whom? Where's the glory in that?"

"...Alright. I messed up." Liam finally said. He actually thought about Thor the last time, but decided otherwise as he Thor could be too messy at times. He had the ability but not the brain to carry out intricate stuffs. 

"What?" Thor paused. 

"I said I messed up," Liam repeated. "You're right. I should've called you. It was chaos, but still. You deserved to be there. I apologize." There was a long silence. Thor stared at him, then… relaxed. Slightly.

"Fine," he grumbled, shifting Mjolnir onto his shoulder. "But next time there is a glorious trial or cosmic showdown, you send the ravens. Or I swear to Odin, I'll drag you by the ankles from wherever you're hiding."

"There are no ravens." Liam said. 

"Then send an email." Thor said. 

"You don't have a computer." Liam replied. Thor seemed embarrassed about this and wanted to reply back but Frigga, stepped in. Unlike Thor, she radiated calm—gentle, but powerful, like moonlight on water. 

"Hello, I am Frigga, mother of my idiot son here." Frigga said. Liam in response bowed his head and greeted him. Someone who had sacrificed herself and died, knowing exactly that she would die when Thor showed up, showed how knowledgeable and self sacrificing she was. 

Very few could stay away from the knowledge of the future. And Liam himself wasn't as broad minded as Frigga. After the formal greetings, Mordo led them to the guest house. After some chit chat and Liam speaking of the grave problem they were facing with Barton, it made the environment a bit heavy. 

Thor was incredibly anger and offered to kill the man who did this to Barton. Liam promised that he would get the chance. At the end it was finally Frigga who spoke up as she looked at Ciri.

"You are the child she speak of," she said softly. "The one with the blood of the Elder Folk." 

Frigga was sent a message from the Ancient One about the bloodline of Ciri and it was for her she had come out of Asgard. In fact, Odin wanted to send guards but she refused. 

"I am." Ciri sat straighter. She understood the gravity of the people who had arrived were. She was shaken when she came to know that their kingdom could decimate their society with ease while not able to retaliate at all. 

Frigga got up and slowly approached. She reached out—not to touch, but simply to feel—and when her hand hovered a breath away from Ciri's cheek, a faint glow pulsed between them.

"I can sense it," Frigga whispered. "Your blood sings with old magic. Magic that even the Aesir have only read about in sagas. You are more than just a girl from another world. You are… a miracle."

"I've… never thought of myself that way." Ciri replied. She always knew that she was special but never saw herself as some kind of miracle. A savior? Sure. But never a miracle. In fact if at all given the chance, she would rather not choose the power she possessed now at all. 

"Few miracles do," Frigga replied with a warm smile. "But I've come for a reason. To ask you something, not demand it."

"You traveled through the Bifrost just to ask her something?" Liam asked, while raising an eyebrow. Frigga didn't look away from Ciri as she answered.

"When I first learned what she was, I felt something stir within me. I have not felt that since before Odin took the throne. I've lived for many centuries, but never have I encountered a soul like hers."

"What are you asking?" Ciri asked. 

"Come with me to Asgard," Frigga said gently. "Let me show you what it means to carry the legacy you do. The Elves… the true Elves… may be gone from most realms, but their essence lives on in you. You deserve to understand it. To embrace it. I know you don't belong to this world of ours but I can assure you that your bloodline and the bloodline of Aesir carries the exact same essence." 

Ciri wasn't sure and didn't know how to answer this. At the end she refused as she was actually in a bit of hurry, but if she ever got the time, she would go to Asgard. Frigga felt a bit disappointed by the reply of Ciri but didn't insist. 

She and the rest spent a bit more time talking, and by the end the Ancient One had shown up, who was not surprised to see Frigga here. 

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