...4:58 PM...

...Throne room...

The guards had left the room leaving me with Thor. This time he is in shackles, this time I held the Gungnir, and I am the All-Father. Thor is the one who should pay for his grievous crime. The doors came to a shut leaving behind an echo in the throne room. The columns had dents and scars left behind by one of Thor's stunt in 2011.

I have a choice, one that I hate, but there is no more chances for Thor.

"King of a ruined realm," Thor said. "What brings you to take me out into a room of penance?"

"I would not exactly call the throne room 'a room of penance'," I said, getting up off the seat. "It is the room of authority," I summon a dark elf weapon into my hand walking down the row of stairs towards Thor. "To which you have forever disowned yourself of."

"I was disowned of it long ago," Thor said.

I stop at the last step.

"You may be a brother to me, but this...this?" I said, holding the dark elf weapon in my left hand. I turn it into dust letting it land on the gray stair step then take a step forward over the dust. "This is not forgivable."

"Forgiveness is nothing of the sorts a ruined realm is up for," Thor said. "You are avoiding my question."

I narrow my eyes at Thor.

"For long as I remember," I said, my eyes return to their normal size. "I have held out for you, believed in you, and had hope you wouldn't screw up this one last chance to prove everyone is wrong about their new thought on you!" I held up my index finger emphasizing on the last chance part. "But..." I lower my hand. "You have proved me wrong."

Thor frowns.

"That is a lecture my Father would have delivered," Thor said. "And you are not an Odinson."

Those words hurt like copper iron applied to my face under steaming conditions.

"I will make you pay for your crimes," I said, once clearing my throat. "Perhaps Father can get through stubborn skull."

"They say he is dead," Thor said.

"And so will you," I said. "You'll be joining the others in five minutes minutes and I won't be here to see your head cut off." I walk around Thor holding the Gungnir in my hand with my head lowered. "Asgard won't know of your passing until the battle is really over."

I made a spell paralyzing Thor in where he stood.

"A private execution and you don't bother to attend it?" Thor said. "How weak of you."

I shook my head.

"Weak..." I take a stop at the door. I look over my shoulder towards Thor feeling pity and bitterness towards him. It is hard to feel this way towards an Asgardian I considered my brother. "Weak is letting you live one more day."

I sadly turn away masking my facial reaction then open the door into the hallway where the executioner stood sharpening his axe. The executioner looks up, his eyes full of dead, yet they saw through me like a detective straight out of Midgardian films.

"The room is ready," I said. "You have full control of it."

"It is an honor, All-Father," The executioner said, bowing his head.

"Do not be seen," I said. "And his body must be dumped into a unmarked grave not burned."

"You are withholding the normal way of funeral?" The executioner said.

"Thor disgraced his family," I said. "It is what Odin would have done if Frigga, I,and Knight had died."

I can't hand forgiveness to Thor.

I can not.

"As you wish, All-Father," The executioner said.

I take a step to the side and let the executioner in.

The Dark Elves will attack soon and I had a second wave of attacks to plan for.