"Your brother's progress has improved." Odin says to Thor as they watch the men train.

"Fifty years in a prison with nothing but your thoughts can do that, I suppose. But his bitter thoughts and bile could have easily festered down there. How do you know he's gotten better?"

"I've been keeping my eye on him. His journal entries and sketches have changed, and I have been visiting him more frequently of late. For a good twenty years there he was worse. If he'd managed to escape at the time he would have done everything in his power to raise the golden realm to the ground. His loneliness finally broke him I think. He misses physical contact with other people, conversation, intimacy. He longs to be a member of the social world again. Lately his thoughts linger on the happy times, on your mother, and on you."

"Are you suggesting he be released?" Thor asks with a hopeful heart.

"Possibly, but I think I will let that be your decision. Your coronation is but a couple of weeks away. Come now. The ladies of the court await and it is high time you select a Queen."

Thor and his father walk the palace halls until they reach Frigga's old reception room. Odin puts on a fake smile as the melancholy of her loss hits him. Thor withholds a cringe. He has kept a secret since adolescence that only a handful of men know about. He has no physical attraction to women at all. Sif is among the many ladies present today. She will probably be the one he selects. She has coveted him for so long, and she is a good friend. At least their children will be strong and good looking.

Thor looks to take a seat beside her when he is intercepted by Amora. Amora is a beautiful woman, blonde haired, blue eyed, and as ambitious as they come. Thor has never liked her. She pulls Thor into a seat next to her and pours him a cup of tea.

"You look as handsome as ever my prince." Amora bats her eyelashes at him. Sif rolls her eyes. The woman couldn't be more obvious. Thor lifts the teacup to his lips and takes a sip. Amora smiles broadly and places her hand over his, staring deeply into his eyes.

"Tell me my prince, how do you feel about me?" Her voice is seductive.

"Repugnant. I don't find you attractive in the slightest. I don't like your personality either." Thor blurts out. That was NOT what he meant to say. Where did that sudden honesty come from? He meant to say something more polite and tactful. Amora looks at Thor confused. She stares at him in shock for a long time processing what she just heard, and then a thought occurs to her.

"Do you find any woman attractive? Or do you prefer men?" She almost whispers. Thor's eyes go wide. How the hell did she figure that out? Amora sees the shock on his face and knows she is right in her assumption. She gets up from the table and quickly exits the room. Amora's anger bubbles the further she gets away from the hall but she does not let it out until she is safely at home.

"ERGI! That giant golden muscle bound fool is ERGI!" Amora sneers in anger, frustration, and disgust. Her love potion backfired badly. In order for it to work Thor has to possess at least a basic attraction to the female form, but he doesn't. Thor likes to fuck men!

"AHHHH!" She screams as she throws books, and vases and things around the room, destroying it. Her dream of becoming Queen has been shattered. He'll choose one of those simpering cunts gathered in the hall, impregnant her, and then never fuck her again. She almost feels sorry for the next Queen.

A wicked thought occurs to Amora then. If she cannot become the next Queen she will select the one that will.

XxXxXxXxXx

Thor walks the dark corridors that lead down to the dungeon. It has been a decade since the last time he visited Loki and he was met with bitterness and the hiss of a viper. Loki is sitting on the floor drawing in a sketchbook. He stops what he is doing, however, the moment Thor comes into view. He is on his feet in a split second. His hands rest upon the barrier looking at Thor mournfully and with great longing.

"Brother. It has been so long. I didn't think I would ever see you again."

"I had resolved not to visit you, but father says you have changed. I've come to determine if that is true."

"You know you can't. In order for you to believe I've changed, you'd have to trust me, which you would be a fool to do." Loki says plainly and without malice.

"Then we are at an impasse." Thor says sternly and turns to walk away.

"Don't leave! Please don't go. Tell me, is the sky above Asgard still as beautiful as I remember?"

"Aye, it is. My coronation is soon. I am to select a bride as well. I think it will be Sif."

"She always was fond of you. Are you fond of her?"

"She is a good friend."

"But nothing more. Why do you not wait and marry someone you love?" Loki asks. "I would give anything to hold a woman right now, but you can pick anyone you want. It doesn't have to be someone that is just your friend Thor."

"You…like women? People always spread rumors about you being ergi."

"I can thank your beloved Sif for that. She was always jealous of how much time you spent with me." Loki scoffs.

"So you do not desire men?"

"No, of course not." Loki folds his arms. How many times must he repeat himself? Thor hides his disappointment. There was a time when Thor had fantasized…but those days are gone now, and there was never any hope there anyway.

"My apologies. I did not mean to insult you. Perhaps, after the coronation, I might reconsider your sentence." Loki licks his lips with anticipation. Freedom! To be free of this cell and feel the wind upon his face, to sleep in a real bed and drink real mead. To find a willing female body and fuck her until the sun comes up. Loki can almost imagine it.

"I would like that very much." Loki's voice breaks. "I miss you brother."

"I have missed you too Loki. The coronation is in two weeks. Until then."

"Until then."

XxXxXxXxX

The day of the coronation comes and despite Loki still being incarcerated there are extra guards patrolling the weapons vault. Like before all those years ago Thor walks down the aisle smiling and confident, though a lot less arrogant. He is seasoned and matured. However, this time Loki and Frigga are both absent from the dais. It breaks Thor's heart. He kneels just like last time, he makes the oaths just like last time, and Odin speaks but…

"I Odin the Allfather proclaim you Thor KING of Asgard!" The people cheer with thunderous applause. A priest is immediately at Odin's side presenting him with a chalice full of a special potion. It will transfer Odin's powers as the Allfather to Thor. Odin takes a sip and then passes the chalice to his son. Thor drinks deeply and then feels the transformation happening.

However, the people begin to murmur in concern as a blue fog envelopes Thor. Odin appears to wither for a moment as the powers of the Allfather leave him, but then the heaviness of the magic rebounds back into Odin's body and the old man collapses on the steps. The room fills with the smell of flowers, something usually associated with the endowment of the powers of the Allmother, not the Allfather.

The blue fog around Thor finally clears and the people scream. Thor looks around not understanding what has just happened. He runs up to his father to check on him, but it is too late. Odin is dead. His old body could not handle the draining of so much magical power only to have it slam back into him so quickly. He died instantly. Thor grasps Mjolnir, ready to strike down whoever is responsible for this when he notices his hand. It is slender, delicate, and the fingernails are longer then he normally likes to keep them. He looks down and notices his armor is hanging loosely off his body. He feels shorter, if only slightly and smaller. He also notices two new additions on his chest and one very important thing that he is lacking. His hands rake over his body searching for his penis like he is searching for a set of car keys. His face is now clean shaven, or rather not shaven at all since facial hair is no longer a problem. Thor is a woman.