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... Rocket squinted suspiciously at the starlit sky over Asgard. He blinked. Not a single breeze brushed against his fur.
"Where’s the wind coming from?"
"What wind?"
"The wind of Asgard, of course, little rabbit."
That irksome nickname, Rabbit, once again made Rocket’s fur bristle with irritation. From atop the rooftop, Thor leapt down, clutching a bottle, his steps unsteady as he meandered back toward his room.
Father. Mother. Hela.
What really happe ...
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