When the Queen of Asgard tells you to go to a party, you go to the party.

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Dear Diary,

So. I went to the party.

Well, I was dragged into it by Frigga, but let’s not get caught up in the details.

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The Asgardian Makeover™

Frigga did not take no for an answer.

One moment, I was in my (very much not party-appropriate) clothes. The next, I was in a gown that probably costs more than my entire existence.

And oh my gods, the dress.

Lightweight, flowing, woven with shimmering gold and silver threads that caught the light whenever I moved. It was regal, elegant—something straight out of a myth.

And my hair? I don’t even know what she did. Magic was involved. Ceremonial braids, intricate patterns, the works.

I barely recognized myself.

Frigga, on the other hand, just smiled like she already knew this would happen.

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The Celebration of Thor, the Golden Boy™

The great halls of Asgard were alive.

Music, feasting, laughter—all of it grand, loud, and utterly dazzling. The entire kingdom had gathered to celebrate Thor’s latest “glorious” victory.

Frigga tried to seat me at the main table. I, very politely, fled.

Instead, I found a spot near the edge of the hall, blending into the crowd. From there, I could see everything.

And it was exactly as it played out in the movie.

Thor, boasting. Warriors, cheering. Odin, watching with quiet amusement.

And then, of course, Loki.

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The Vanishing Trickster

At first, Loki played his part. Smiling, laughing, the ever-dutiful prince. But I saw it—the way his shoulders tensed, the way his eyes flickered with something unreadable.

He was watching Thor.

Not with jealousy, not with admiration. With resignation. Like he already knew how this night would end.

Then, just as the celebration reached its peak, he stood. Silent. Unnoticed. And he slipped away.

And just like that, I forgot about everything else.

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Following Trouble

I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I moved.

With a quick excuse, I left the hall and followed him, weaving through golden corridors and towering pillars.

Loki was always good at disappearing. But this time? I wasn’t letting him vanish.

Because if this really was that night—the night before everything fell apart—

Then maybe… just maybe…

I could stop it.