The three arrive in Norway.
y/n: For god's sake!
Thor: Don't say that, it's offensive.
Loki lands on the ground, the portal closes behind them.
Thor: Father?
A lone figure stands at the other side of the meadow at the cliff's edge, waves crashing below. It is Odin. He's dressed plainly in humble human clothes. The boys approach him quickly with y/n standing in the background. Not wishing to intrude.
Odin: Look at this place. It's beautiful.
Thor: Father, it's us.
Odin: My sons. I've been waiting for you.
Loki is surprised to hear Odin call him his son.
Thor: I know. We've come to take you home.
Odin: Home, yes. Your mother, she calls me. Do you hear it?
Thor fires a look at Loki, who holds up his hands in defense.
Thor: Loki, lift your magic.
Odin turns to Loki, who stiffens. But Odin smiles.
Odin: Took me quite a while to break free from your spell. Frigga would have been proud.
Loki is moved by this gesture. He looks over to see Thor staring at him, anger building. Odin puts a hand on Thor's shoulder, calming him.
Odin: Come and sit with me. I don't have much time.
Odin sits, out of breath, weak. His sons sit beside him.
Thor: I know that we failed you, but we can make this right.
Odin: I failed you. It is upon us... Ragnarok.
Thor: No, I've stopped Ragnarok. I put an end to Surtur.
Odin: No. It has already begun. She's coming. My life was all that held her back, but my time has come. I cannot keep her away any longer.
Thor: Gather, who are you talking about?
Odin: The Goddess of Death. Hela. My first born. Your sister.
That hits Thor hard. Loki can't believe what he's hearing. y/n looks beyond fed up.
Thor: What?
Odin: Her violent appetites grew beyond my control. I couldn't stop her, so I imprisoned her. Locked her away. She draws her strength from Asgard... and once she gets there, her powers will be limitless.
Thor: Whatever she is, we can stop her. We can face her together.
Odin: No we won't. I'm on a different path now. This you must face alone.
Odin looks into Thor's eyes, struggling to breathe.
Odin: I love you my sons.
For the briefest of instances, father and sons share a quiet moment together. Tears well in Thor's eyes.
Odin: Look at that.
Ethereal sun-rays stream down upon the ocean.
Odin: Remember this place. Home.
