Magnus

The party was in full swing before anyone could even comprehend how it all came together. One moment, the battlefield was a mess of cracked ground and flickering void, and the next, Asgard stood resplendent under a night sky filled with swirling lights. Tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, and more mead than anyone thought possible. Music filled the air, lively and wild, as gods from every pantheon mingled like old friends.

Adams leaned back in a massive, throne-like chair that Thor had insisted he take. He sipped a mug of mead and watched as Loki challenged Hermes to a drinking contest. The two tricksters were already halfway through their third barrels, and neither showed any sign of slowing down.

"This stuff's not bad," Adams said, glancing at Thor, who sat beside him with his own tankard. "Better than I expected, honestly."