The Grandmaster's ship travels slowly through space. It's not built for speed, but it saved the people of Asgard from extinction and now it's bringing them to their new home. Standing on the bridge are the king of Asgard and his brother. The course is set to Earth.
"Do you really think it is a good idea to go back to Earth?"
Thor looks at his brother from the side. "Yes, of course. People of Earth love me. I'm very popular."
Loki sucks in a breath. "Let me rephrase that. Do you really think it's a good idea to bring mé back to earth?"
"Probably not, to be honest," Thor says in all earnest, which gets a smile out of Loki. "But I wouldn't worry brother. I feel like everything is gonna work out fine."
The brothers are silent for a moment, both just standing there with their arms crossed in front of their chest.
"How long until we reach Earth? I kinda miss travelling by Bifrost already," Loki says, staring into the vast enormity of space.
Thor shrugs. "A couple of weeks." He clasps his brother on the shoulder. "Long enough for you to explain how you managed to get back on this ship in time. Or to tell me how you got on the Grandmaster's good side."
"I'd rather not."