Chapter 27 - Coronation
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—
Asgard
Asgard.
The Realm Eternal.
Land of the Aesir and many other names he was not going to bother remembering, not while there was something more important to do.
Loki turned the page of the grimoire in his hand while his brother, Thor, the God of Thunder, was getting ready for his coronation to become the King of Asgard.
Which he wasn't ready for, but his advice to their father fell on deaf ears, and Loki merely rolled his shoulders.
Thor was more interested in the glorious part of being a king, the wars, conquests, and slaying the great evil monster at the end of the tale, rather than the tedious paperwork, negotiations, and holding court.
A fault that lay entirely with Odin, and Loki, as always, never cared more than just making sure he had warned them in the first place.
Their father, for all his attempts, could not balance his roles as king and parent; as such, his success in child rearing was nil.
Loki, while better adjusted than his brother in courtly matters, saw himself more as his mother's son and didn't see himself included in that category.
At any rate, he had more important things to do than fix an old man's mistakes.
He could do so with a snap of his fingers, but actions had consequences, and it was high time some caught up to Odin Allfather.
"Brother, feeling ready?" Loki asked, watching as the attendants fussed over Thor.
"I was born ready; you, however, look freshly out of bed." Thor winked, smug while attendants fixed his armor.
Loki rolled his eyes, and with a mere thought, he was washed, changed out of his clothes into something more ceremonial, and looked perfectly ready for the coronation.
Thor's face soured, as he was spending hours to look excellent, only for Loki to do it with a thought: "Unfair."
"You could have learned how to do more than just summon lightning, brother; you just chose not to," Loki teased, all in good fun.
"Let us not get down there again," Thor huffed. It was a discussion that had come up too often, as Loki would always do something incredible with seidr, leaving everyone in awe, and Thor would complain.
Loki would then suggest that Thor should have learned seidr as well, but he would refuse, and the matter would be closed.
"As you wish."
"No matter what happens, you will always be my annoying brother." He patted Thor on the back once the attendants were finished with his royal attire.
Thor chuckled, "Come now, you are going to make me cry."
"And spoil your makeup?"
"What makeup?" Thor was confused, only for a mirror to appear in front of him, showing his face covered in ridiculous-looking paint, a rainbow-colored wig, and a red nose. "Loki!"
"Peace, it is gone now." It was fun to catch Thor unaware like this every now and then.
"You won't do something like this during the coronation, yes?" His brother was somewhat famous for retaliating with pranks that humiliated people.
"I won't."
"Thank you, brother."
—
The coronation was as expected. Thor, with his grand showmanship, stole everyone's hearts, making more than one maiden blush like a tomato, and after Odin Allfather had laid the crown on top of Thor's head, anointing him as the new king; the applause of the crowds could only be matched by the thunder his brother could summon.
Loki clapped, happy at seeing his brother so jovial, and after their hands were sore, the greatest feast in recent memory could begin.
—
Loki's place was right next to Thor's, even though Father and Mother should have been on both sides to support the new king, but Thor had insisted, and here he was, sating his appetite.
Soon, it would be time for gifts.
For a warrior as grand as Thor, there naturally were enough weapons to fill an armory, but alas, nothing for wisdom.
How in line with these witless morons thinking they could solve every problem with a weapon.
"Brother, I am sure we all wish to see just what you have prepared. Go on, don't make us wait."
"It was actually difficult to find a gift for you. You have a great weapon, and many more of excellent craftsmanship were just gifted to you. I had considered armor but found something much more useful for you." There were thousands of things Loki could have gifted his brother, but he knew what would be necessary the most.
Once life in the palace slowed down as Thor failed in his duties, Loki too would be affected, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
"A ring, brother? Why, people will understand it wrong." Thor jested, eliciting a few chuckles, but Loki's retort sent him and most of the guests into laughter: "Perhaps I should have gifted you a sense of humor."
"Jests aside, put the ring on, and you will see why it is useful," he advised once the guests had quieted down.
Thor nodded, putting the ring on his index finger, and looked nauseous, getting up from his chair. There were worries that Loki had done something inappropriate, but that came to an end as Thor was split into two.
Two Thors stood there, shoulder to shoulder, bewildered, and the original one raised his hand, touching the other on the face.
"Ring of the White Mirror. Whenever you feel that the burden of being king is too great and wish to go on an outing but can't due to your duties, you can leave the copy for that. He is basically your twin," Loki explained before the shocked crowd.
—
His gift had turned heads and caused quite the commotion, and he ignored it all while finishing his food.
Thor was the one most fascinated and used the ring like a child who had just acquired a toy he didn't know he wanted.
Odin was frowning, perhaps jealous that he didn't have an artifact like the ring to alleviate his workload, but Loki merely smiled innocently.
He didn't care.
—
The feast raged for such a long time, Loki felt that Asgardians as a whole increased their weight by at least half as much.
Like all things, however, it came to an end, and it was time for their new king to work.
And as if to meet his younger brother's expectations, Thor had proved him correct. The paperwork was tedious, long, and absolutely mind-numbing, and with Thor's speed, there was a growing backlog of documents waiting for his approval.
The envoys from the other realms, at least the ones that Asgard had diplomatic relations with, which only included Vanaheim, Alfheim, and Nidavellir, had come to offer their congratulations.
Muspelheim was out since Odin killed—or, as he knew, severely weakened—Surtur; Svartalfheim was gone as he consumed it; Jotunheim just hated Asgard for their loss, and his birth family was just waiting for a chance to strike back, which they would not get. I
Midgard wasn't even aware of their existence, considering them myths.
Thor had taken it gracefully, his charm easily turning the envoys to friends, at least on the surface.
Allies or not, there were those in positions of power that wanted more of it and used their friendship with the new king of Asgard for it.
Which Thor happily indulged.
Oh well, their father would fix it eventually.
—
"My son."
"Father," Loki nodded, turning back to his book. He knew why the old man was here, as barely months into his reign, the results of Thor's rule were lackluster.
His father was uncharacteristically fidgety. "There is a matter. I was hoping you would help your brother with it."
"Ah, that, no," Loki refused, displacing himself across space and time, disappearing before Odin's befuddled sight, as he knew it was not a mere illusion.
—
Midgard
Appearing on Earth and out of Heimdall's sight, Loki found himself a nice, outdoor place to read, clearing the clouds to give the park a little more sunlight.
Ah, this was life.
He too was once a human, long, long ago, but now, he didn't even remember his name or, rather, bother to remember it.
That was a life Loki had left behind, even though he didn't know how he was reborn in this body as a baby but didn't really care.
Now, he could do whatever he wanted without anyone to bother him.
—
Asgard
"This is a disaster." Frigga watched her husband, who had recently woken up from the Odinsleep, only to come face-to-face with the results of his eldest son's lackluster rule as the king.
"I know."
"Then what will you do, husband?"
"I must, unfortunately, take the throne back. Loki was right, Thor is not ready to be the king, and it is my fault." Odin, even after the sleep that should have invigorated him, looked old.
"Thor will not like it, and there will be gossip." Frigga could already imagine the rumors that would be spread concerning her son's lacking abilities as a ruler.
"I am afraid that is our only choice."
"I understand."
—
Spending a couple of weeks on Midgard, sightseeing, playing sports, and enjoying other attractions, Loki returned home to find himself in the middle of a heated argument between his father and brother.
As a supportive brother to Thor, there was only one thing for him to do: summon a chair, conjure popcorn, and watch the drama unfold.
"Had you attended your lessons properly or paid attention while I had you at court, none of these mistakes would have been made," Odin scolded Thor with a thunderous voice, a rarity in their over a millennium of life.
Not the scolding, but the shouting.
His brother was taken aback by the fury behind their father's words but was not going to back down. "Why should I have cared about them when I grew up with tales of your deeds as a warrior and not a king?"
The back-and-forth continued for a while, but fortunately, it did not come to blows.
Soft old man or not, Odin would have smacked Thor around like he was a child, and that would just be embarrassing to watch.
However, Odin did take the throne back, and Thor was all too happy to abdicate, as even with two of him, the work never seemed to end.
—
Barely two months after his coronation, Thor had abdicated the throne, citing that he still had much to learn, and now, Laufey was doing something never seen in history before.
Coming to Asgard, and out of his own volition, no less.
Heimdall, useful at times, yet blind as a Vanir mole more often than not, had no advice to offer to Odin.
"Brother, do you know why Laufey is coming to Asgard?" Thor knew of Loki's true parentage and how Odin had adopted him at the end of the war against the Jotnar.
Denial was his first response, under the impression that Loki was making a cruel jest, yet once his brother had revealed his true colors, Thor had not known what to do.
The war against the Jotnar was a bloody affair, and even the mighty armies of Asgard had suffered great losses, leaving many to carry a great hatred in their hearts.
To his shame, Thor had avoided his brother for weeks, unable to reveal the truth, snapping at anyone who tried to make peace between the brothers.
Most of all, he was angry at his father for not telling this secret to him or Loki, who had the right to know.
When he finally made up his mind that Loki was his brother, no matter what, he had gone to apologize and beg for forgiveness, only for his brother to wave a hand, dismissing his concerns, claiming he knew Thor would come to his senses.
"It's just a pest bothering me through Laufey, nothing more." Loki knew who exactly was responsible for this little hiccup and would pay a visit to that mortal soon.
He should have known better than to intrude on this timeline.
—
"My sons, there is something we must tell you," their father said, looking weary beyond his years.
And he was old.
He had gathered the family in his work office for a great reason, as he called it. His mother looked triumphant with a sense of "I told you so" around her.
Loki and Thor shared a glance, having an idea of what this was about.
"During the end of the war against the Jotnar, after Laufey was defeated and we moved to take the Casket of Ancient Winters, I found something else."
"There was a child in the temple, a Jotun too small for his kind, abandoned to die."
Both brothers had to suppress their smiles.
"The boy was Laufey's son." His father gazed at him with a faraway look.
"I took that boy with me. I had hoped that he could be raised along with the children of Asgard so when the time came for him to return, there would be peace between our realms."
"However, we came to see that child as our own, and all plans to return him to Jotunheim were abandoned," his mother explained.
He and Thor were staring at their parents in silence.
"Loki, that child is you. We are not your birth parents; you are adopted. Know this: we may not share blood, but that doesn't mean we love you any less than your brother," the Allfather explained, his gaze bright and unyielding.
"I knew it!" Thor exclaimed, pointing a finger at him, shoulders hunched, face scowling. "I knew you were too ugly to be my brother."
He pointed back, face scrunched. "And I knew you were too foolish to be mine."
"Never would have thought I called a stinking Jotun brother," Thor said, shuddering.
Loki raised his fist to his lips, burping. "It is worse for me. I had to wonder all these years how you could be my brother yet be so stupid and buffoonish. Now it all makes sense."
They glanced at Odin, seeing his wide eye and slack jaw. Their mother tilted her head before her eyes widened too, but for a different reason.
"Thor, Loki, you are wrong." He slammed his hand on the table, leaping to his feet. "You two are still the same people."
"Calm down, husband," their mother said, dragging her husband back to his seat. "They are just fooling you."
Odin turned to them sharply, sole eye darting between the two.
"Mother, why did you have to tell him?" Thor whined, dropping his act.
"We were just having a bit of fun," Loki explained, seeing his father's shoulders and visage relax.
"You two knew?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"I figured it out when I was, what, eight years old?"
"What?" Thor said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You only told me after the quest in Nornheim."
Loki rolled his shoulders. "I didn't really care about it until that point."
"Why haven't you told us?" their father asked.
"Why haven't you?" Thor retorted, all good humor gone. "It was not your secret to keep."
Odin looked down, silent.
—
Notes: And we reached the first movie. This is just the pilot chapter with some parts refurbished to fit the changes in the lore. Next chapter, it will be Laufey arriving in Asgard.
—
In the next chapter:
He expected a wildly different environment. Perhaps a hyper-advanced race watching the universe through the use of technology. Or cosmic entities, gods, observing the mortal realm for one reason or the other.
A Midgardian office building was not one of the many he had imagined.
Desks, chairs, papers, and old-style computers were mixed with machinery beyond the current level of Midgard.
"Another one?! Arrest him now!" Someone screamed from the door.
He turned, scanning the humans. Black, body-fitting armor with helmets and three orange letters.
TVA.
Curious about the next chapter? Please consider supporting me on Patreon.
If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.
Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Asgard
Asgard.
The Realm Eternal.
Land of the Aesir and many other names he was not going to bother remembering, not while there was something more important to do.
Loki turned the page of the grimoire in his hand while his brother, Thor, the God of Thunder, was getting ready for his coronation to become the King of Asgard.
Which he wasn't ready for, but his advice to their father fell on deaf ears, and Loki merely rolled his shoulders.
Thor was more interested in the glorious part of being a king, the wars, conquests, and slaying the great evil monster at the end of the tale, rather than the tedious paperwork, negotiations, and holding court.
A fault that lay entirely with Odin, and Loki, as always, never cared more than just making sure he had warned them in the first place.
Their father, for all his attempts, could not balance his roles as king and parent; as such, his success in child rearing was nil.
Loki, while better adjusted than his brother in courtly matters, saw himself more as his mother's son and didn't see himself included in that category.
At any rate, he had more important things to do than fix an old man's mistakes.
He could do so with a snap of his fingers, but actions had consequences, and it was high time some caught up to Odin Allfather.
"Brother, feeling ready?" Loki asked, watching as the attendants fussed over Thor.
"I was born ready; you, however, look freshly out of bed." Thor winked, smug while attendants fixed his armor.
Loki rolled his eyes, and with a mere thought, he was washed, changed out of his clothes into something more ceremonial, and looked perfectly ready for the coronation.
Thor's face soured, as he was spending hours to look excellent, only for Loki to do it with a thought: "Unfair."
"You could have learned how to do more than just summon lightning, brother; you just chose not to," Loki teased, all in good fun.
"Let us not get down there again," Thor huffed. It was a discussion that had come up too often, as Loki would always do something incredible with seidr, leaving everyone in awe, and Thor would complain.
Loki would then suggest that Thor should have learned seidr as well, but he would refuse, and the matter would be closed.
"As you wish."
"No matter what happens, you will always be my annoying brother." He patted Thor on the back once the attendants were finished with his royal attire.
Thor chuckled, "Come now, you are going to make me cry."
"And spoil your makeup?"
"What makeup?" Thor was confused, only for a mirror to appear in front of him, showing his face covered in ridiculous-looking paint, a rainbow-colored wig, and a red nose. "Loki!"
"Peace, it is gone now." It was fun to catch Thor unaware like this every now and then.
"You won't do something like this during the coronation, yes?" His brother was somewhat famous for retaliating with pranks that humiliated people.
"I won't."
"Thank you, brother."
—
The coronation was as expected. Thor, with his grand showmanship, stole everyone's hearts, making more than one maiden blush like a tomato, and after Odin Allfather had laid the crown on top of Thor's head, anointing him as the new king; the applause of the crowds could only be matched by the thunder his brother could summon.
Loki clapped, happy at seeing his brother so jovial, and after their hands were sore, the greatest feast in recent memory could begin.
—
Loki's place was right next to Thor's, even though Father and Mother should have been on both sides to support the new king, but Thor had insisted, and here he was, sating his appetite.
Soon, it would be time for gifts.
For a warrior as grand as Thor, there naturally were enough weapons to fill an armory, but alas, nothing for wisdom.
How in line with these witless morons thinking they could solve every problem with a weapon.
"Brother, I am sure we all wish to see just what you have prepared. Go on, don't make us wait."
"It was actually difficult to find a gift for you. You have a great weapon, and many more of excellent craftsmanship were just gifted to you. I had considered armor but found something much more useful for you." There were thousands of things Loki could have gifted his brother, but he knew what would be necessary the most.
Once life in the palace slowed down as Thor failed in his duties, Loki too would be affected, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
"A ring, brother? Why, people will understand it wrong." Thor jested, eliciting a few chuckles, but Loki's retort sent him and most of the guests into laughter: "Perhaps I should have gifted you a sense of humor."
"Jests aside, put the ring on, and you will see why it is useful," he advised once the guests had quieted down.
Thor nodded, putting the ring on his index finger, and looked nauseous, getting up from his chair. There were worries that Loki had done something inappropriate, but that came to an end as Thor was split into two.
Two Thors stood there, shoulder to shoulder, bewildered, and the original one raised his hand, touching the other on the face.
"Ring of the White Mirror. Whenever you feel that the burden of being king is too great and wish to go on an outing but can't due to your duties, you can leave the copy for that. He is basically your twin," Loki explained before the shocked crowd.
—
His gift had turned heads and caused quite the commotion, and he ignored it all while finishing his food.
Thor was the one most fascinated and used the ring like a child who had just acquired a toy he didn't know he wanted.
Odin was frowning, perhaps jealous that he didn't have an artifact like the ring to alleviate his workload, but Loki merely smiled innocently.
He didn't care.
—
The feast raged for such a long time, Loki felt that Asgardians as a whole increased their weight by at least half as much.
Like all things, however, it came to an end, and it was time for their new king to work.
And as if to meet his younger brother's expectations, Thor had proved him correct. The paperwork was tedious, long, and absolutely mind-numbing, and with Thor's speed, there was a growing backlog of documents waiting for his approval.
The envoys from the other realms, at least the ones that Asgard had diplomatic relations with, which only included Vanaheim, Alfheim, and Nidavellir, had come to offer their congratulations.
Muspelheim was out since Odin killed—or, as he knew, severely weakened—Surtur; Svartalfheim was gone as he consumed it; Jotunheim just hated Asgard for their loss, and his birth family was just waiting for a chance to strike back, which they would not get. I
Midgard wasn't even aware of their existence, considering them myths.
Thor had taken it gracefully, his charm easily turning the envoys to friends, at least on the surface.
Allies or not, there were those in positions of power that wanted more of it and used their friendship with the new king of Asgard for it.
Which Thor happily indulged.
Oh well, their father would fix it eventually.
—
"My son."
"Father," Loki nodded, turning back to his book. He knew why the old man was here, as barely months into his reign, the results of Thor's rule were lackluster.
His father was uncharacteristically fidgety. "There is a matter. I was hoping you would help your brother with it."
"Ah, that, no," Loki refused, displacing himself across space and time, disappearing before Odin's befuddled sight, as he knew it was not a mere illusion.
—
Midgard
Appearing on Earth and out of Heimdall's sight, Loki found himself a nice, outdoor place to read, clearing the clouds to give the park a little more sunlight.
Ah, this was life.
He too was once a human, long, long ago, but now, he didn't even remember his name or, rather, bother to remember it.
That was a life Loki had left behind, even though he didn't know how he was reborn in this body as a baby but didn't really care.
Now, he could do whatever he wanted without anyone to bother him.
—
Asgard
"This is a disaster." Frigga watched her husband, who had recently woken up from the Odinsleep, only to come face-to-face with the results of his eldest son's lackluster rule as the king.
"I know."
"Then what will you do, husband?"
"I must, unfortunately, take the throne back. Loki was right, Thor is not ready to be the king, and it is my fault." Odin, even after the sleep that should have invigorated him, looked old.
"Thor will not like it, and there will be gossip." Frigga could already imagine the rumors that would be spread concerning her son's lacking abilities as a ruler.
"I am afraid that is our only choice."
"I understand."
—
Spending a couple of weeks on Midgard, sightseeing, playing sports, and enjoying other attractions, Loki returned home to find himself in the middle of a heated argument between his father and brother.
As a supportive brother to Thor, there was only one thing for him to do: summon a chair, conjure popcorn, and watch the drama unfold.
"Had you attended your lessons properly or paid attention while I had you at court, none of these mistakes would have been made," Odin scolded Thor with a thunderous voice, a rarity in their over a millennium of life.
Not the scolding, but the shouting.
His brother was taken aback by the fury behind their father's words but was not going to back down. "Why should I have cared about them when I grew up with tales of your deeds as a warrior and not a king?"
The back-and-forth continued for a while, but fortunately, it did not come to blows.
Soft old man or not, Odin would have smacked Thor around like he was a child, and that would just be embarrassing to watch.
However, Odin did take the throne back, and Thor was all too happy to abdicate, as even with two of him, the work never seemed to end.
—
Barely two months after his coronation, Thor had abdicated the throne, citing that he still had much to learn, and now, Laufey was doing something never seen in history before.
Coming to Asgard, and out of his own volition, no less.
Heimdall, useful at times, yet blind as a Vanir mole more often than not, had no advice to offer to Odin.
"Brother, do you know why Laufey is coming to Asgard?" Thor knew of Loki's true parentage and how Odin had adopted him at the end of the war against the Jotnar.
Denial was his first response, under the impression that Loki was making a cruel jest, yet once his brother had revealed his true colors, Thor had not known what to do.
The war against the Jotnar was a bloody affair, and even the mighty armies of Asgard had suffered great losses, leaving many to carry a great hatred in their hearts.
To his shame, Thor had avoided his brother for weeks, unable to reveal the truth, snapping at anyone who tried to make peace between the brothers.
Most of all, he was angry at his father for not telling this secret to him or Loki, who had the right to know.
When he finally made up his mind that Loki was his brother, no matter what, he had gone to apologize and beg for forgiveness, only for his brother to wave a hand, dismissing his concerns, claiming he knew Thor would come to his senses.
"It's just a pest bothering me through Laufey, nothing more." Loki knew who exactly was responsible for this little hiccup and would pay a visit to that mortal soon.
He should have known better than to intrude on this timeline.
—
"My sons, there is something we must tell you," their father said, looking weary beyond his years.
And he was old.
He had gathered the family in his work office for a great reason, as he called it. His mother looked triumphant with a sense of "I told you so" around her.
Loki and Thor shared a glance, having an idea of what this was about.
"During the end of the war against the Jotnar, after Laufey was defeated and we moved to take the Casket of Ancient Winters, I found something else."
"There was a child in the temple, a Jotun too small for his kind, abandoned to die."
Both brothers had to suppress their smiles.
"The boy was Laufey's son." His father gazed at him with a faraway look.
"I took that boy with me. I had hoped that he could be raised along with the children of Asgard so when the time came for him to return, there would be peace between our realms."
"However, we came to see that child as our own, and all plans to return him to Jotunheim were abandoned," his mother explained.
He and Thor were staring at their parents in silence.
"Loki, that child is you. We are not your birth parents; you are adopted. Know this: we may not share blood, but that doesn't mean we love you any less than your brother," the Allfather explained, his gaze bright and unyielding.
"I knew it!" Thor exclaimed, pointing a finger at him, shoulders hunched, face scowling. "I knew you were too ugly to be my brother."
He pointed back, face scrunched. "And I knew you were too foolish to be mine."
"Never would have thought I called a stinking Jotun brother," Thor said, shuddering.
Loki raised his fist to his lips, burping. "It is worse for me. I had to wonder all these years how you could be my brother yet be so stupid and buffoonish. Now it all makes sense."
They glanced at Odin, seeing his wide eye and slack jaw. Their mother tilted her head before her eyes widened too, but for a different reason.
"Thor, Loki, you are wrong." He slammed his hand on the table, leaping to his feet. "You two are still the same people."
"Calm down, husband," their mother said, dragging her husband back to his seat. "They are just fooling you."
Odin turned to them sharply, sole eye darting between the two.
"Mother, why did you have to tell him?" Thor whined, dropping his act.
"We were just having a bit of fun," Loki explained, seeing his father's shoulders and visage relax.
"You two knew?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"I figured it out when I was, what, eight years old?"
"What?" Thor said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You only told me after the quest in Nornheim."
Loki rolled his shoulders. "I didn't really care about it until that point."
"Why haven't you told us?" their father asked.
"Why haven't you?" Thor retorted, all good humor gone. "It was not your secret to keep."
Odin looked down, silent.
—
Notes: And we reached the first movie. This is just the pilot chapter with some parts refurbished to fit the changes in the lore. Next chapter, it will be Laufey arriving in Asgard.
—
In the next chapter:
He expected a wildly different environment. Perhaps a hyper-advanced race watching the universe through the use of technology. Or cosmic entities, gods, observing the mortal realm for one reason or the other.
A Midgardian office building was not one of the many he had imagined.
Desks, chairs, papers, and old-style computers were mixed with machinery beyond the current level of Midgard.
"Another one?! Arrest him now!" Someone screamed from the door.
He turned, scanning the humans. Black, body-fitting armor with helmets and three orange letters.
TVA.
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