"As you know, a great battle is coming. As it as come before across countless weavings. We seek you, as you sought us, so that we might send you where you need to go, to do the most good."

"You speak in riddles, honored ones." Thor said politely. "Is not here where we need to be?"

"Nay, Son of Odin. Here is where journeys converge and divide so that they might converge again. You would be a king, and must be worthy of it--so to Nidavellir you go. You, God of Thunder, must break the storm that is coming." The three raised there hands, and swept them out in a gesture, as Thor was getting to his feet--and he vanished in a flash of magic.

"Wait...!" Loki had a dagger in his hand even though it was a foolish idea, already moving slightly in front of Christine.