"-slaw," 

-eczyslaw," 

"-nce Mieczyslaw!" 

"PRINCE MIECZYSLAW!!" 

"AH!" Stiles shot up. He frantically looked around until his eyes landed on the one and only Eir. "EIR! What the hell!" 

The guard just chuckled, making Stiles chuckle at his friend's stupidity. The chuckle soon turned into a full on laughing fit between the two, until they were both clutching their stomachs, begging for air. The joyful moment was quickly ended when Stiles remembered. Loki. Dead on the floor. Thor cradling him. 

"Hey," Eir smiled sadly, placing a hand on Stiles' shoulder. "It's going to be ok." Stiles didn't answer for a while. He just sat and thought. 

"It's Stiles," stiles whispered. 

"I'm sorry?" Eir asked. 

"My name. It's Stiles. Not prince E Mieczyslaw," Stiles smiled. 

"Sure, Prince E Mieczyslaw," Eir smiled but the smiles only lasted so long. 

"Where's Thor?" Stiles diverted the conversation. 

"He went to Earth. Sir, Malekith is dead," Eir informed. 

Stiles didn't feel relief like you would expect. He felt numb. He wasn't satisfied. He wasn't anything. 

"How did I get here?" Stiles deadpanned. 

"What do you mean?" Eir asked. 

"How'd I get here? I just remember me laying down, on the alien planet," Stiles said. 

"You must not remember. That's quite alright. You teleported here. You didn't say anything. You looked very troubled, Prince Mieczyslaw. I asked you what was wrong but you  didn't reply." Eir stated in his very similar to a Brittish accent. 

"I'm sorry, I don't remember," Stiles said, puzzled. 

"The important thing is that you are talking now," Eir smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. The two stayed like that for a while. Sitting, pondering, and grieving. 

"I must go," Eir said, standing up. "The king would like to see you and your brother." 

Huh. I only have one brother, now. 

There was no answer. No snarky voices. 

Hello?

Guys? 

Anybody home?

Foxy? 

Tesseract? I still have to come up with a name for you. 

HELLO?

Stiles arrived at the gigantic golden doors. 

This is not over. 

"Mieczyslaw," Stiles turned to see Thor. 

Sadness, hurt, pain, grief, and anger. 

"I'm sorry, Thor," Stiles' eyes watered. 

"You have nothing to apologize for, Mieczyslaw," Thor said. "Father needs us," 

They both walked in. They saw their father sitting on the golden throne. Looking almost smug. They knelt. 

I would pay to punch him. 

There was still no answer. 

"You once said there would never be a wiser king than me," Odin said. "You were wrong." 

What. Is. Happening.

Nothing. 

"The alignment has brought all the realms together," Odin said. Stiles looked over to Thor.  

"Everyone of them saw you offer your life to save them," Odin was talking to Thor. "What can Asgard offer its new king, in return?" 

"My life," Thor stood up. "Father, I cannot be king of Asgard. I will protect Asgard and all the realms with my last and every breath." 

"Dito," Stiles piped up. 

"But I cannot do so from that chair," Thor said. "Loki," Stiles put his head down, not being able to look. "for his all his grave imbalances, understood rule as I know I never will. The brutality, the sacrifice. it changes you. I'd rather be a good man than a great king." 

"Is this my son, I hear, or the woman he loves?" Odin asks. 

"When you speak, do I never hear mother's voice?" Thor asked. Stiles' heart clenched. "This is not for Jane, father. She does not know what I came here to say. Now, forbid me to see her or say she can rule at my side. It changes nothing." 

"One son, who wanted the throne too much, another who will not take it. And the other, I lost," Odin says. "Is this my legacy?" 

"Loki died with honor. Mieczyslaw is a fighting soldier. I shall try to live the same. is that not legacy enough?" Thor asked, holding Mjolnir out. 

"It belongs to you," Odin smiled a faint smile. "if you are worthy of it." 

"I shall try to be," Thor smiled. 

"I cannot give you my blessing, nor can I wish you good fortune," Odin said. 

"I know," Thor said, starting to walk away. 

"If I were proud of the man my son had become, even that, I could not say." Odin said. "I would speak only from my heart. Go, my son." 

"Thank you, Father," Thor walked away. 

"And what of you, Mieczyslaw?" Odin turned his attention to his youngest son. Stiles looked around. 

"I can't be here," Stiles smiled a sad smile. "It reminds me too much of him. Of Loki. Of my mother. Of Frigga. Of my past." 

"Where will you go?" Odin asked. 

"Earth," Stiles said. "It's my home." 

"Asgard is your home," Odin tried. 

"For a little while, yes. Now, it just hurts." Stiles stated somberly. "I've lost so much. I can't lose anyone else." 

"You do not live without losing," Odin said. Stiles smiled another sad smile. 

"Everyone I've ever loved is either dead or has left me. I'm alone," Stiles says. 

"You will always have a home here," Odin smiled. 

"Thank you," Stiles bowed. "Father." 

With that, Stiles left. But if he had just turned around, to get one last look at his "father", he would have discovered that the man sitting in the throne was not his father. It was his brother, Loki. Alive and well. 

"Goodbye, Mieczyslaw,"

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IT'S DONE!!!

I'm going to start the next book, hopefully soon! My last day of school is tomorrow! So, I should be working on the next book. 

What can I work on? 

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