You walk between Thor and Jane, the three of you a small procession in the vast, golden city. The architecture soars—towers piercing a sky of impossible blue, bridges arcing between spires like threads of light. People in rich, elegant clothing pass by, their gazes lingering on your little group with open curiosity, and sometimes, a flicker of something else. Awe for Thor. Concern for Jane. And for you… assessment.

You recognize Lady Sif first—her dark hair, her severe beauty, the warrior’s stance. Beside her are three men: one grim and silent in dark armor, another with a blond mustache and a jovial girth, the third slender with a swordsman’s grace. The Warriors Three.

And then your eyes find the fifth.