The treachery of fools loosens the binds that uphold order. In the kingdom of Asgard, there are no exceptions, even to Odin's dying judgment.
The father lied in his celestial bed as the people watched his very being fade. Doomed was his fate by the hand of Fenris who drove a poisoned dagger made of molten steel through his chest at the battle of Ragnarok.
It was a dark hour for the realm as feral lycanthropes ravaged the city to drink fresh Asgardian blood. The bodies of the innocent were taken from their peaceful stature and cursed to join Fenris' army before their souls could seek eternal sanctuary. Armed guards and the aerial fleet of the valkyries fought the twisted remnants of their friends who bore a bloodlust wolfish grin.
Thor fought to keep the lycanthropes out while Loki barricaded the castle in a field of energy. At Odin's bedside, Frigga prayed for a miracle.
But in a solid moment, all the hope in the kingdom was lost. Odin's essence faded from existence and the bonds of his protection lifted. In the sky above, a grand silver moon turned blood red. Its devilish light glowed a bright red over the lost kingdom.
The fighting had ended. The lycanthropes leaped to the highest spot they could find and howled victory to summon Fenris. The old god bore his very claws through time and space itself, tearing the threads apart to enter Asgard. The half man, half wolf threw his head back, letting out a boisterous howl before making his way to the main castle.
"He comes! We must get to Valhalla." Loki suggested. Valhalla was the prized realm Odin created so that warriors who fell in battle could seek an eternity of peace and merriment. Existing outside of the realms itself, Valhalla stood to be the final sanctuary to ensure the survival of the Asgardian people.
With Odin dead, Frigga bore the ability to open the gates. She complied with Loki, using up as much energy as she could muster to pry the ancient gates open. A ring of white light was drawn in the blood-red sky above the kingdom. As beams of light shone down, the dead, those who weren't cursed, and the people in the castle rose to join their fallen brethren in Valhalla. Fenris made haste as the beast charged at the castle. Loki held up his barrier as best he could while Thor assisted, using the power of thunder itself to enhance and energize the arcane shield. In Odin's chamber, only the two brothers and Frigga remained. "We must leave!" Frigga shouted. Her body was becoming weak from holding the portal open. "Go first! I will join you!" Loki shouted in reply. Fenris pounded his fists at Loki's shield, ravaged it with his claws, gnawed with his razor-like teeth, doing everything he could possibly do to break through. "I will not leave you brother!" Thor was too stubborn to leave him behind. "I will be right behind you! I swear it!" With a mighty lunge, Fenris shattered the energy field, throwing Loki, Thor, and Frigga back in the process. Frigga and Thor were swallowed by light. "There is no time!" Frigga's voice cracked in sorrow as she watched her adopted son lie against the chamber wall. "No! Release me!" Thor tried to break away from Frigga to reach out at Loki, but with a flash of light, the pair had vanished and the portal to Valhalla was closed.
Fenris dug his claws into the window of Odin's chamber, tearing the wall and roof off as he peered down menacingly at Loki. The lycanthropes all circled around him, perched on the ruins and staring down as if hungry.