Summon the Villain: Marvel.

A grand celebration is taking place in the Asgard Palace.

The magnificent hall was bustling with people, laughter and singing intertwined, as if the whole of Asgard was submerged in a sea of ​​joy. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the dome, emitting a soft golden light, illuminating every corner like daylight. The walls were inlaid with exquisite reliefs, depicting the great achievements of the kings of Asgard. The golden and silver patterns sparkled in the candlelight, as if telling the glorious history of this great country.

In the center of the hall, Asgard's warriors were singing and dancing. They sang war songs loudly, praising the victory they had just won. Every warrior's face was filled with the joy of victory. They raised their wine glasses and clinked them together, making crisp clinking sounds. On the other side of the hall, musicians played cheerful music. The melodious piano sounds and the exciting drum beats intertwined, filling the entire hall with a joyful atmosphere.

Thor, wearing golden armor and holding a huge wine glass, clinked glasses with the warriors around him. His burly figure was like a towering mountain, and the warriors around him looked up at him, as if he was the hero in their hearts. Thor drank the wine in the glass with a big gulp, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. His voice was loud and resounding throughout the hall like thunder: "Come, cheers to the glory of Asgard!"

The warriors responded, raised their cups and drank them all. Thor's generosity and enthusiasm infected everyone, and they surrounded him, cheering and celebrating.

Loki looked particularly elegant. He was wearing a black robe with silver patterns on the corners, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, gently shaking the liquid in the glass, savoring the aroma of the wine. His expression was calm and confident, as if he was the only calm observer in this noisy hall. Behind him, two Asgardian servants in gorgeous robes were serving him respectfully, pouring wine for him and presenting him with delicious food. Loki nodded slightly from time to time, signaling them to continue, but his eyes always stayed on the glass of red wine, as if everything else had nothing to do with him.

In the center of the hall, Odin stood side by side with his queen Frigga, overlooking the entire celebration.

Frigga was wearing a luxurious golden robe, which was embroidered with intricate patterns, and each golden thread was carefully woven, as if the glory of the entire Asgard was concentrated on this gorgeous dress. Her hair was golden, as bright as the sun, and was carefully combed into a bunch of soft braids, gently hanging on her shoulders. Her facial features were delicate and soft, and her eyes were like blue lake water, revealing endless tenderness and wisdom. Frigga was tall and well-proportioned, with a slender waist, and the sculptured curves were looming under the robe, which made her look extremely elegant and noble. In her hand, she held a scepter inlaid with gems, symbolizing her status and authority as the queen of Asgard.

Odin was as majestic as ever, wearing heavy armor, holding the Spear of Eternity, with wisdom and power in his eyes. His old face still showed his former handsomeness, but more of it was the traces of time and endless majesty. He stood beside Frigga, his eyes showing deep affection and respect for her, as if she was the most important support in his life.

Nathan Hawke sat aside, holding a glass of Asgard's fine wine in his hand and sipping it gently.

The wine was mellow, with a rich fruity aroma and a light honey flavor, and a long aftertaste, as if every mouthful was telling the ancient legend of Asgard. Nathan Hawke swallowed it gently, with a flash of approval in his eyes. He picked up another piece of golden bread, which was soft and sweet, with a layer of fine sugar sprinkled on the surface. The moment he bit it, the sweetness bloomed in his mouth, like a flower blooming in the sun.

At this moment, Odin raised the wine glass in his hand, and his voice was loud and majestic, attracting the attention of the entire hall.

"Warriors of Asgard, we gather here today to celebrate our great victory!" Odin's voice resounded throughout the hall like a huge bell, and every word was full of power and pride. "You have shown great courage and determination on the battlefield and defended the glory of Asgard! This is the pride of every Asgardian and the belief that has been passed down from generation to generation!"

He looked around, sweeping his eyes across everyone's face, his eyes full of praise and respect. "Today's victory belongs not only to me, but also to each and every one of you! You have defended the dignity of our homeland with blood and sweat, and proved the power of Asgard to the entire universe with your fearless spirit!"

Odin's voice became more and more passionate, as if an invisible force was surging in his body. "In this land, we Asgard warriors have never retreated or bowed our heads! No matter how powerful the enemy is, we will defeat them with our faith and strength!"

He paused, raised his glass, his voice filled with endless pride and pride: "Cheers to Asgard, to every one of you brave warriors!"

The entire hall erupted in thunderous cheers. Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison: "For Asgard! For victory!"

Thor was sitting in the center of the banquet, chatting and laughing with the warriors around him. His hearty laughter and bold behavior filled the entire banquet with a cheerful atmosphere. However, when he accidentally saw Nathan Hawke quietly getting up and leaving the celebration, the smile on his face instantly froze. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and it was obvious that he was worried.

Thor gently put down the wine glass in his hand, looked around, and gave an apologetic smile to the warriors beside him, "Sorry, everyone, I have something to deal with." There was a hint of apology in his tone, then he stood up and walked quickly in the direction Nathan Hawke left.

After he took a few steps, he turned to look at Loki who was sitting not far away, with a silent hint in his eyes. Loki smiled slightly and shrugged, looking a little indifferent. He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and waved lazily. In an instant, an illusion exactly like him appeared in the same place, continuing to drink with the servants beside him, looking leisurely and contented.

The real body disappeared silently in the celebration, following Thor's footsteps lightly, walking in the direction where Nathan Hawke left.

After leaving the bustling hall, Nathan Hawke went straight to a secluded balcony. He looked through the balcony railing and gazed at the starry sky in the distance. The endless sea of ​​stars twinkled in the sky, and the breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of cool air. Nathan Hawke's face showed a thoughtful expression, as if he was thinking about something. He gently placed his hands on the railing and waited quietly.

Soon, Thor and Loki both walked into this quiet space. Thor's steps seemed anxious. As soon as he walked into the balcony, his eyes were fixed on Nathan Hawke, his face full of concern and curiosity. Loki's steps were light, his eyes were still full of his usual playfulness, his hands were leisurely folded across his chest, as if he was very interested in the upcoming conversation.

Nathan Hawke stood on the balcony, turned slightly, and his eyes moved between Thor and Loki. Although his expression was calm, there was an elusive deep thought in his eyes. He spoke softly, with a heavy tone: "Odin wants me to ask you something."

Thor and Loki looked at each other, confusion evident on both their faces. Thor's brows knitted together, confusion evident in his voice: "Father asked you to ask us questions? Shouldn't he have come directly to us?"

Loki raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of confusion and speculation in his eyes. He whispered, "This is strange. Father has always been straightforward. Why would he use someone else to pass on the message?"

Thor pondered for a moment, then turned to Loki, his tone carrying a hint of speculation and relief: "Perhaps, there are some things that Father wants us to face and solve on our own. He has always been like this, giving us guidance but letting us walk that path on our own."

Loki's lips curled up into a faint smile and he nodded gently: "Maybe, after all, there are some questions that we have to answer ourselves."

The two stopped talking and looked at Nathan Hawke, obviously curious about what Odin wanted to convey through him.

Seeing their gazes fixed on him, Nathan Hawke did not beat around the bush and asked directly, "What do you think of the fate of Asgard, especially Ragnarok?"

Thor and Loki's expressions suddenly became solemn. Loki's expression was more thoughtful, he lowered his head, as if recalling something. After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes flashing with calm wisdom: "'Ragnarok'... This word has been mentioned many times in the ancient books of Asgard. It is not only a prophecy, but also a fate. According to the ancient books, Ragnarok is the end of the gods and the beginning of a new world. Destruction and rebirth, this is a cycle, but also an inevitable fate."

Loki's voice was filled with a hint of calm analysis. He waved his hand gently, as if presenting the words in the ancient book before their eyes: "In those ancient legends, 'Ragnarok' symbolizes the destruction of the old world, accompanied by extreme cold, darkness and destruction. Asgard will come to an end in this catastrophe. The power, wisdom, and even life of our gods cannot escape this fate. But at the same time, there is also a saying that this disaster is not irreversible, and perhaps there is some possibility to break this cycle."

Thor had been listening quietly to Loki's analysis. When Loki finished speaking, his eyes flashed with a firm and unyielding light. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "Ragnarok is indeed a terrible prophecy, but I have never believed that fate is unchangeable. The glory of Asgard and the future of our Gods should not be controlled by a doomed disaster."

At this point, Thor's eyes suddenly flashed with the red light of the Reality Stone, which flickered in his eyes as if it was a symbol of strength and hope. "The Reality Stone gives us the power to reshape the world, which means we can change, create, and even reverse fate. I believe we can find a way to stop Ragnarok, even if this road is full of dangers and challenges."