Between Doctor Strange and Scarlet Witch and Loki and Thor as siblings.
The skies above New York City warped as if viewed through a kaleidoscope lens. The citizens, having grown somewhat accustomed to the occasional display of the extraordinary, halted in their paths and gazed up. Few might construe it as just another battle among heroes and villains; for some, it was a spectacle, for others, a cause for alarm.
In the Sanctum Sanctorum, Doctor Stephen Strange stood still, the Eye of Agamotto glinting at his chest, his brows drawn together in deep concentration. His hands methodically described intricate patterns in the air, conjuring spells, seeking the source of the disturbance. At his side, the Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, with chaos magic at her fingertips, sensed the perturbation deep within her core—a resonance she had never felt before.
A shimmering portal burst open, and through it stepped the Asgardian brothers, Thor, the God of Thunder, and Loki, the God of Mischief, both displaying immediate readiness for battle. But this was no ordinary skirmish. No titanic enemy awaited them, only the spiral of cosmic energy dancing violently in the heavens.
Strange turned to his unanticipated guests. "This isn't an attack," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of impending doom. "It's a message through the fabric of reality itself. We're witnessing the birth of a new multiverse—or the death of our own."
Wanda's gaze flicked toward the brooding sky, her inner turmoil echoing her environment. "It feels personal, Stephen," she whispered, the crimson tendrils of her power reacting instinctively. "As if it's speaking directly to our souls."
Loki's eyes, green as the heart of a nebula, studied the phenomenon with a mischievous yet contemplative light. "I sense not the end of things but a transformation. This is magic unlike any I've encountered, including the sorceries of Asgard."
Thor, ever the warrior, hefted Mjolnir, his stalwart hammer. "Then we shall face it together, as we have faced countless threats before. As... friends," he stated, casting a meaningful glance at his brother, who offered a sardonic half-smile in response.
No sooner had the word 'friends' escaped Thor's lips than the cosmic energy above pulsed, and a silent vibration shook the very essence of their beings. Strange clutched at the Eye, Wanda gasped as her chaos magic flared, and the Asgardian brothers looked to each other, feeling an inexplicable shift within.
As the energy waned and the sky cleared, the four stood, inexplicably changed. No external signs bore witness to the transformation, yet internally, each felt it—a bond that had never before existed among them, one that overarched space and time, converging at the heartstrings of their very existence.
Loki, eyes wide with a revelation he had not expected, murmured, "Brother," but this time, not directed solely at Thor. He hesitated, then extended the title to the occupants of the room with a curious mix of bewilderment and resignation.
Scarlet Witch, her hands still aglow, felt the warmth of kinship wrap around her—a feeling she had longed for, since her own true brother's demise—whilst a sudden wave of memories, of shared experiences and familial connections, washed over her, as real and poignant as any she had ever known.
A heavy silence befell the Sanctum as they each processed the new reality. It was Doctor Strange who pierced the quietude, announcing with both awe and trepidation, "The multiverse is not merely speaking to us. It has rewritten us—into a family."
The Cosmic Ripple faded, leaving the Avengers standing in the stillness of the Sanctum, contemplating the implications of this mysterious transformation. Little did they know, it was only the beginning of a journey that would redefine the very concept of what it means to be siblings—and Avengers.