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In spite of himself, Loki was starting to enjoy being around Theo. In Asgard, he always preferred his own company to that of anyone else, aside from Amora, and he had hardly expected that a human, of all creatures, would be the one to snare him. But Theo had a quick wit, laughed at his own jokes, read too many books, and knew too much about everything. He chewed loudly but ate slowly, wore his hats low so that his curly hair was smashed into his eyes, and didn’t like walking on the outside of the pavement where the carriages passed. Loki wasn’t sure why he didn’t mind any of these things.

He’d even started to enjoy Mrs. S., in moderation, over dinner after her day at the museum ended and she joined Theo and him at the offices. Gem sometimes came as well, when he wasn’t on patrol, and would finish two plates before any of them had finished their first. Midgardian food was mostly lacking and tasteless, but Loki found himself growing attached to the thick, warm chocolate that could be purchased from coffeehouse windows, and which Mrs. S. even brewed on their little crooked stove in the office. It was dark and bitter enough for him, and it may have been the only thing about Midgard he’d miss.

Mrs. S. told him stories of her work with her husband, both before and after Odin had employed them. Her exploits made some of the Asgardian warriors look like trainees sparring with wooden sticks. She told them about sucking poison from her husband’s forearm after he was bitten by a venomous snake in the Amazon and then carrying him seven miles to civilization on her back. About jungle fevers they had survived, cursed tombs they had raided, caves whose entrances had fallen in behind them, so they had continued walking through them in the dark, not sure if they would die or find light first. She told them about the dogsled teams they had run to collapse on the tip of Norway, where they had first found the artifacts that belonged to Loki’s father, how she had dug them out of the snow as her bare fingers turned blue, afraid that if she left to retrieve her gloves, the snow would cover them again and they’d be lost.

“Why don’t you travel anymore? ” Loki asked her one night, as they sat in the back office waiting for Theo to join them.

“It’s much harder to be a professional adventurer as a woman alone, ” she replied. “My husband had to secure all the funding and make our travel arrangements and publish any of the papers we wrote after we returned. ”

“That’s hardly fair. ”

“So little is. Including losing him. ” She twisted her wedding ring with a sad smile, and Loki noticed the edges of the band were worn silver and smooth from the repetition of the gesture.

Loki looked down into the dregs of the thick chocolate at the bottom of his mug. “My father should have done more, ” he said suddenly. When they all looked at him, he added, “To protect your husband. To protect all of you. It’s not riskless work you do for him. ”

“Nothing in life is without risk, my dear, ” Mrs. S. replied. “My husband was never one for safety. We preferred excitement. ”

“But he shouldn’t have died, ” Loki said. “If you hadn’t been employed by my father—”

“You’ll waste your life on what could and should and would have been, ” Mrs. S. interrupted. “What if we had never met your father? What if I had never met Mr. Sharp? What if my parents had shipped me off to India when I was a child and married me to a sultan with a menagerie of tigers? What if I had made coffee instead of chocolate tonight? You’ll drive yourself mad considering it all. ” She took a sip of her drink, then added, “We knew our job was dangerous. It’s always been dangerous. But it was important as well. That’s the way Mr. Sharp liked it. Dangerous and important. ”

Loki wanted to tell her that their work couldn’t have mattered less to his father. Not to be cruel—simply because he felt they had the right to know. A right to know they could put down their knives now and walk away from a fight that could cost them their lives. Already had.

But instead, he finished his drink and said nothing.

The bell over the front door rang, and a moment later, Theo pushed through the velvet curtain. His shoulders were dark with rain, and he threw himself at the stove, pressing his bare hands as close to the heat as he could without burning himself. “Bloody cold out there. ”

“Did Gem have anything new for you? ” Mrs. S. asked.

Theo shook his head. A few stray raindrops slid from the brim of his hat. “No new bodies. ”

“What about the autopsy? ”

“Rachel Bowman paid the wife a call, and she suddenly withdrew her permission and has gone to Cornwall to stay with her parents. ”

Mrs. S. let out a frustrated sigh through her nose. “Dammit. ”

“Who’s Rachel Bowman? ” Loki asked.

“The head witch with the anti-burial lot, ” Mrs. S. replied, then added, “No offense to any actual witches present. ”

“She’s the one who’s rallied all the protests at the Southwark Morgue, ” Theo added. “Gem said that any time the police get close to convincing a family to grant permission for an autopsy, Rachel suddenly appears on their doorstep with a bunch of flowers and a very convincing argument about why their dearly departed is probably not departed at all, but rather just waiting to be revived. ”

Loki tipped his chair back on two legs and arched his neck. He had been waiting for an opportunity to introduce the idea he and Amora had concocted to cover her tracks. Or rather, he had concocted and Amora had grumbled and sniped at him about. He had a sense she would have continued guiltlessly sucking humans dry of their life force if he hadn’t come along. The only thing that had tempted her into cooperation was the promise of leaving Midgard with him, though where they’d go, Loki still didn’t know. He was taking this plan one step at a time.

“I have been doing some investigating on my own, ” he said, his tone light. “And I have a theory as to why you haven’t caught your murderer yet. ”

Both Mrs. S. and Theo turned to him. Theo was still caved around the stove.

“Do you wish to enlighten us further upon it, or are you simply stating a fact? ” Mrs. S. asked.

Loki let his chair fall forward, the legs clattering against the wood floor. “You haven’t caught a murderer because there isn’t one to catch, ” he said. “You don’t have a killer, you have a virus. ”

“A what? ” Theo asked.

“A disease, ” he clarified. “Whatever this spell is that’s striking these people down, it’s not being cast upon them by some rogue sorcerer. It’s spreading like any other plague in London. You don’t have a magical murderer, you have an epidemic. ”

“Does magic spread in that manner? ” Theo asked.

“It can, ” Loki replied. “Several years ago, one of Asgard’s provinces had a plague of magic. It bubbled up from the ground—unlikely here because of the lack of magic present in the atmosphere—but it caused those who caught it to claw their own eyes out. Anyone who came into contact with them or tried to stop them was struck with the same affliction. ”

He was, of course, lying. He’d never heard of a magical plague. But Theo looked suitably horrified.

“So if that is the cause, what can we do to stop it? ” he asked.

“You cut out the cancer, ” Loki replied. “You locate the source and remove it. ”

“So how are people catching this magical plague? ” Mrs. S. asked. She looked less convinced than Theo. Her eyes were narrowed at Loki, her face unreadable.

“Most likely it passes from the already infected corpses. Those bodies in Southwark need to be taken from the city. They need to be buried. ”

“That won’t do us any good if the source of this magical virus is still present in London, ” Mrs. S. said. “How do we find that? ”

Loki took a breath. “I think I found it. ” Mrs. S. raised an eyebrow. Stay calm, he chided himself. Lying is easy. Lying is natural. Lying is a native tongue. “The Enchantress, at the Inferno Club. ” At the stove, Theo raised his head. Loki didn’t look at him as he went on. “She was a sorceress on Asgard once, but here I think her magic may have turned toxic from too long on Midgard. She told me she used her sorcery to read cards for that chimney sweep who died—the one we found last week. That’s why he had her card. ”

“So she uses her powers at the club to mimic spiritualism? ” Mrs. S. asked. “And that poisons anyone who comes into contact with her? ” When Loki nodded, she asked, “Have you told her? Since you two have been chumming it up and you never felt the need to mention it to any of us. ”

“I told you I was going to the club. ”

“And you reported very little after, ” she countered. “And told none of us you’d gone back. ”

Theo looked down at his hands but stayed silent.

“We were friends, ” Loki said, meeting Mrs. S. ’s beady gaze. “She trusts me. If I had involved any of you, she might not have. I couldn’t risk it. ”

“You could have kept us informed. ”

Loki shrugged. “I don’t work for you, Mrs. Sharp. I work for my father, and I did what I thought was best for his investigation here. The Enchantress likely doesn’t know she’s poisoning the humans she’s using her magic upon. ”

“So we tell your father, return her to Asgard, and see if the deaths stop, ” Mrs. S. said. “Simple. ”

“She isn’t allowed to return to Asgard, ” Loki said. “She and my father have quarreled. But I could take her elsewhere. I know her. She wouldn’t want to hurt humans. If we tell her, I know she’ll help us stop it. ”

Mrs. S. swiped a finger over the corner of her lips, thinking. “That still doesn’t solve the issue of how to get the bodies in the ground. ”

“Organize some sort of rally—or a sé ance. ” He congratulated himself on what an excellent job he was doing at pretending this was something that was just occurring to him, rather than a story he had been carefully fabricating over the last several days. “We ask the Enchantress to contact the souls and confirm they are well and truly dead and can’t move on without burial. ” Loki leaned forward on the table, doing his best imitation of excitement over a realization he had just had. “When I went to her show, there was a couple there whose daughter had died. They wanted exactly that—confirmation from the Enchantress that their daughter had moved on from this world. We could find them—once they have the confirmation that their daughter has passed on, they may give permission for the autopsy. Then the bodies can all be declared dead, and buried. ”

“And we are sure they’re dead? ” Mrs. S. asked.

“Of course they are, ” Loki replied. “No heartbeat—isn’t that what you humans generally look for? ”

“What about the chimney sweep you reanimated? ” Theo asked quietly.

His facade slipped for the first time. He had almost let himself forget that strange moment that the dead man had moved beneath his hand. “That wasn’t life, ” he said, and tried to sound certain.

“How do we know your theory is correct? ” Mrs. S. asked.

“Why would I lie to you? ”

“I can think of a few reasons, ” Mrs. S. replied. “Not the least of which being that when you arrived, your singular focus was getting home. How do we know this isn’t a ploy to accelerate that process? ”

“I suppose you’ll have to trust me, ” Loki replied. “But that’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it? To advise you. Consider yourselves advised. ” He leaned back in his chair. “Do with it what you want. ”

Mrs. S. stared at him, fingers steepled against her mouth. She glanced at Theo, then said, “Come away from the stove before you singe your eyebrows off. ” Theo dropped into the chair between Loki and Mrs. S., stretching his leg out under the table. “What do you think? ” Loki started to speak, but Mrs. S. held up one finger. “Not you. ” She nodded at Theo. “What do you think of this? ”

Theo’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He looked from Mrs. S. to Loki, then back again. Loki felt, for the first time since he’d laid out this carefully woven theory, a twinge of apprehension. Theo knew he’d gone to the club more than once. He had told him more than was likely wise about his relationship with Amora. How had he let himself tell Theo so much, about himself and Asgard and all of it? He’d let his guard down without meaning to.

Theo chewed his lip, then said, “I think we should listen to him. He knows more about this than we do. ”

Loki bit back a sigh of relief as he looked to Mrs. S. Her face was still frustratingly unreadable. But then she nodded once and said, “Fine. Let’s go find the Enchantress. ”

The only liar better than Loki was Amora.

When Mrs. S. explained their theory to her in her dressing room at the Inferno, she burst into tears. Actual, real, running-down-her-cheeks tears. Loki was impressed—he wasn’t sure he could have managed that.

“I didn’t know! ” she sobbed. “I didn’t... I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. ”

Theo passed her his handkerchief. “You couldn’t have known, ” he said kindly. “It isn’t your fault. ”

Mrs. S., leaning against one of the dressing room counters, added, “Oh, it’s most certainly her fault. Ignorance isn’t synonymous with blamelessness. ”

Amora raised her face from Theo’s handkerchief and looked at Mrs. S., her eyes shining. “Please—please, ” she stammered, interlacing her fingers before her, “I beg you, forgive me! I never meant to hurt anyone. ”

“We’re not sure you did, ” Loki added quickly. “It’s only a theory. ”

“However, ” Mrs. S. added. “There is a way you can make some penance. ”

“Anything, ” Amora cried, then gave a fantastic sniffle. “I’ll do anything to make this right. ”

Mrs. S. glanced at Loki, then nodded to Amora. Loki sighed. “We need the police to grant permission for the bodies of the dead to be buried, ” he explained, like the two of them hadn’t already reviewed all of this. Get the bodies buried, then get her out of the realm and the deaths would stop. The SHARP Society didn’t need to know what was truly responsible, and neither did Odin. “We were hoping that, through your spiritualism, you would convince one of the families of the victims to allow for an autopsy and the pronouncement of death. ”

“The prince will then take you somewhere in the cosmos where your powers will be less destructive, ” Mrs. S. added. “Whether intentionally or otherwise. ”

“Of course. Of course, I’ll do anything. ” Amora sniffed again, another fat tear rolling down her cheek. She swiped it away with the back of her hand. “I can’t believe... ”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, ” Loki said, crouching down before her and taking her hand. He had almost begun to fall for her performance, but then she shifted so that her fingers were pressed against his palm, tracing the lines on his skin with a gentle touch that made him light-headed. “Do you remember the couple that came to the show the same night I did? ” he asked. “The ones looking for the spirit of their daughter, to see if she had passed on. Do you think you could find them again? ” Amora nodded. “If we can get them to agree, all you need to do is tell them their daughter has moved on to the spirit world—”

“Without using any of your actual magic, ” Mrs. S. added. “Lest you render all your good intentions moot. ”

Amora let out another sob. Loki shot Mrs. S. a disparaging look. She was entirely unmoved. “Then tell them she can only truly find peace in the afterlife when her body is buried. That way, with all the bodies buried, the source of the plague is removed from London and it will stop spreading. Can you do that for us? ”

Amora blew her nose into Theo’s handkerchief, then offered it back to him. Theo wrinkled his nose. “You can keep it. ”

“Amora, ” Loki prompted. “Will you help us? ”

“Of course, ” she said, clutching his hand in both of hers and looking between the three of them. “Anything. Anything to make right the mess I’ve made. ”

As they left, Loki offered Amora a comforting embrace that was mostly an excuse to murmur in her ear, “That was an impressive performance. ”

“I don’t know what you mean, ” she replied, then she let out a large snuffle onto his shoulder. “I’m clearly distraught. ”

Mrs. S. filled Gem in on the details, and he volunteered to find the Matulises. He located them through the Southwark Morgue, and Amora paid them a call, accompanied by Mrs. S. In the end, they needed very little convincing, and the date for the sé ance was set.

“That horrible woman, ” Amora raged to Loki in her dressing room that night.

“Who? ”

“Sharp. ” She stabbed her cheek with one of the cosmetic brushes, leaving an inelegant splash of rouge. “All the snide remarks and little comments she thinks are so clever. How do you stand her? ”

“Mrs. S. isn’t so bad. ”

“Mrs. S. ” Amora snorted, tossing her brush onto the counter and scrubbing at her cheeks with her palms to blend the powders. “She probably thinks that makes her sound like some sort of vigilante. ”

“She does good work for this planet, ” Loki replied.

Amora laughed. “Believe me, her work has much less impact than she’d like you to believe. ” She surveyed him in the mirror, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown fond of her. ”

“Of course not, ” Loki replied, then he changed the subject.

The Inferno Club was thrilled with the idea of a sé ance to contact the living dead and deliver a judgment about which of those two things they actually were—they prepared an entire night themed for the occasion, collecting newspapers with headlines about the spate of deaths and papering the club interior with them. Someone managed to procure crime-scene photos from several of the deaths, which could be viewed in a stereoscope for fivepence. A special drink was even added to the menu in honor of the occasion—Draught of the Living Dead, with a small note chalked on the board beneath it: Served Warm.

With the date set, posters went up around the city. The narrow streets of Southwark were so thick with them they obscured the dirty bricks. Theo and Loki went to the morgue daily to spread the word about the event among the crowd that seemed always assembled outside, waiting to see the bodies on display.

The protestors were there relentlessly, mostly the same faces day after day. Loki caught a few of them eyeing him and Theo and whispering to one another. A dark-haired woman, whom he recognized from the first day they had visited the morgue, was particularly prone to glaring at them each time they came. One morning, Loki caught her eye and gave her a small nod, which he meant to be more of a warning to stay away, but she took it instead as an invitation to approach.

“Excuse me, sir? ” she called to him, her gait hobbled by the wooden signs strapped over her shoulders clomping against her shins. The front read LIFE IS PRECIOUS AND MUST BE PRESERVED. On the other side, NOT ALIVE IS NOT THE SAME AS DEAD.

Loki gritted his teeth and offered her his most unwelcoming smile. “Can I help you? ”

“I thought it high time we met properly, as I’ve seen you around here so often. I’m Rachel Bowman. ” She held out a hand for him to shake. He didn’t take it.

“I’m not interested. ”

“It seems like you and your companion are making quite the preparations. ” She glanced across the crowd, and Loki followed her gaze to where Theo was talking to a group of girls about his own age. He appeared to be trying to explain the sé ance to them, and they appeared to be flirting in return. He looked rather panicked. “Do you work for the Inferno Club? ” Rachel Bowman demanded, and Loki turned back to her.

“Why does it matter? ”

“I suppose it doesn’t, unless the people you are trying to bury are actually alive. ”

“Who says we’re trying to bury them? ” Loki retorted.

Rachel scowled. “I know what you’re planning. The Inferno Club is being paid off by the police to convince the families to allow their loved ones to be buried so they can wash their hands of this crime. ”

Loki burst out laughing. “Now, that’s a theory I hadn’t heard. Congratulations, you’re certainly very creative and skilled at jumping to conclusions. ”

She extended a leaflet to him. “Perhaps you should educate yourself before you mock me. ”

“You already got me, ” he replied. “It’s riveting reading, really. I’ve been up all night dying to see what happens next. ”

He started to walk away, but Rachel Bowman jumped in front of him. Her signs bounced with the sudden movement, slapping him in the kneecaps, and he winced. “If you put these people in the ground, ” she said, her voice trembling with the effort of keeping it low, “you will be complicit in murder. ”

Loki folded his arms. “Last time I checked, they already had been murdered. That’s why they’re all laid out in a morgue. ”

“Have you seen them? ” she jammed a finger toward the doorway. “I mean, have you actually looked into their faces? Have you touched their skin and felt its heat? ”

“No, ” Loki replied. “As there’s glass in the way. ”

“Well, I have. ” She seized him by the arm, her grip surprisingly tight. “I have seen them move. I saw one lift his hand. ”

Loki struggled to keep his face blank. Had she been there that day, somewhere in the crowd? He’d been so distracted it would have been easy to miss her. “I doubt that. ”

“That is not death, sir, ” she hissed. “Not earthly death. If you let this happen, I hope it haunts you. I hope you someday feel the weight of all you’ve done. I hope it crushes you. ”

“With all due respect, madam, ” Loki replied, prying her fingers from their grip on his jacket. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. ”

The night of the sé ance, the Inferno Club was packed.

People had been queueing to get into the show since dawn, the line leading from the mouth of the tunnel growing at such an alarming rate that it spilled into the street, blocking traffic. The police had to be summoned when a carriage driver and a man waiting for admission got in a shouting match over his standing in the road that seemed likely to come to blows. When the club opened, the tunnel flooded, the crowd so thick and moving so fast that several of the plaster demons along the walls had their extremities broken off.

Theo waited backstage, while Mrs. S. was out in the theatre and Amora finished dressing. Loki had volunteered to be Amora’s lone chaperone for the evening, but Mrs. S. had maddeningly sent Theo along with him—like walking the Enchantress from her dressing room to the stage, then watching the stage to be certain nothing unplanned happened required a pair. Particularly when one-half of that pair had limited mobility that made walking anyone anywhere a less-than-ideal job.

“You know, I’m perfectly capable of handling things back here on my own, ” Loki said to Theo as they stood between the shafts of curtains, both of them shadows in the darkness. Beyond the edges of the stage, he could hear the rumble of the crowd, their excitement somehow rendering them unable to speak at a reasonable volume, for it seemed everyone was shouting. When Theo didn’t respond, Loki nudged him with his elbow. “You should go watch the show. ”

Theo shifted his grip on his cane, his shoulders hunched. “I’d rather stay back here. I’m too easy to trample if I’m knocked down. ”

Loki stared at Theo, trying to get him to turn by the strength of his gaze alone. “You don’t trust me, ” he said at last.

Theo made a soft humming noise with his lips.

“Still? ” Loki demanded. “After all this time? ”

Theo shot him a sideways look. “It’s been a week. ”

“That’s not an insignificant amount of time, ” Loki protested. Theo rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you trust me? You follow me everywhere. You took my magic when I first arrived because you assumed I was going to put some sort of violent hex on you. ”

“In our defense, you did try. ”

“In my defense, you put me in a box, rather than just inviting me to walk downstairs with you, as you would with someone you trust. What did my father tell you about me, exactly? ”

Theo was still staring determinedly out onto the empty stage. The lights were low, and his face was mostly in shadow. “Your father didn’t say anything. ”

“Then why are you so suspicious? ”

“Call it caution. ”

“I call it aggravating. ” Theo laughed. Loki wasn’t sure how much of his own words was playacting and how much was sincere—for some reason he couldn’t fathom, it mattered to him that Theo didn’t trust him. That none of them seemed to. Particularly since he was actively deceiving them and had done nothing to earn that trust. “I brought you here, ” he said, stepping in front of Theo so he was forced to look up at him. “I helped you. If I were scheming with Amora, why would I bring you straight to her doorstep? I have lit the stove every morning this week so you didn’t have to waste matches. And I held the door to the stage for you, didn’t I? ”

“Yes, that’s called manners. There’s a difference between being sneaky and being well behaved. I’m sure Genghis Khan was very polite at a dinner table. ”

“I don’t know who that is. ”

“He’s sort of like your Rajmagarfen. ” Loki gave Theo a playful shove, and Theo laughed.

“Nearly time to start, ” Theo said, glancing at his pocket watch.

Loki offered a bow of mock supplication. “My dear chaperone, may I go fetch Amora alone, or do you need to accompany me down the hall, because who knows what magical trouble I may get up to on the way there? You know, my mother used to tell me if I rolled my eyes like that, they’d roll straight out of my head. ”

“That must be an anatomical folly on the part of the Asgardians, ” Theo replied. “As far as I know, there are no documented cases of humans rolling their eyes out of their heads. Observe. ” He did it again, even more dramatically this time, with his whole head. “I suppose you may travel unaccompanied. ”

“Ha. See, you trust me. ”

“Don’t test me. ”

Loki knocked twice on Amora’s dressing room door before he pushed it open. She was sitting at the vanity, staring at herself in the mirror with her fingers pressed into her cheeks like she was making certain she was still there. “All right? ” Loki asked her. “We’re nearly ready for you. ”

She met his eyes in the mirror, and he was shocked to see tears there. Not the enormous pearls she had pulled out for Mrs. S. to prove how sorry she was, but a shine in her eyes she seemed to be desperately trying to fight.

Loki sank onto the stool beside her and took her hands. Somehow she felt more delicate than she had the last time he’d touched her, her skin thinner and her bones brittle beneath. She felt, for the first time in his memory, fragile. “What’s the matter? ”

“Where will you take me when this is finished? ” she asked, and her voice wobbled.

“Somewhere else. ”

“Where? ” she repeated, and her voice broke. “Is there anywhere else in this galaxy that will restore me to who I used to be? No matter what we do, I’ll never be whole again. I’ll never be myself again. I’m so tired. Loki, I’m so weak, I have so little left. I can’t survive like this much longer. ”

Her voice was rising in panic, and he pressed her fingers to his lips gently. Her hands were shaking. “We’ll find somewhere. I promise, I won’t let you lose yourself. ”

She turned to him suddenly, and in the darkness, the paint on her face made her look ghoulish, cheekbones sunken and eyes rimmed in dark smoke. “You could take me back to Asgard with you. ”

“I wish I could. ”

“Why can’t you? ”

“How would we make it past the Bifrost? ” he asked. “My father would never allow you back in his borders, let alone in his court. Neither will Karnilla. ”

“But if you had control over both of them? ” she said.

His hands slackened around hers. “I don’t understand. ”

“If you were king, you could bring me back to Asgard. ”

Anger rose inside him. “You know I can’t do anything about that. ”

“You could—”

“No. ”

“But you won’t. ” Now it was her turn to press his hands between hers. A tear slid down her cheek, and she let it fall. “You’ve given up. You’re so determined to continue to cast yourself as the least-favored son that you’ve surrendered any choice you have in the matter. ”

“Choice? ” he repeated, his tone rising. “I don’t have a choice if my father names me his heir or not. ”

She was standing now, wringing his hands between hers, then climbed onto his lap. Their faces were a breath apart. “If you love me—if you have ever cared for me—you would do everything you could to bring me home. To restore both our birthrights. Loki, I’m suffocating here. I’m dying. I never know which breath will be my last. I’m on the run because I sacrificed my life for yours. This should be you here in banishment—it could have been, but I gave myself for you. ”

He looked away. “Don’t—”

She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her. “Please. I just want to go home. Is that so much to ask? ”

“I’m not king—”

“But you could be. You should be. For you, and for me, and for Asgard. And if your father will not give it, you should take it. ”

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