Chapter 187: Street Lights and Gods (Part 2)_3

"In your opinion, is your father a very foolish king?"

"Of course not!" Thor loudly retorted, "The Father of All Gods is a very wise ruler. He has governed the Nine Major Kingdoms for many years and has always been greatly respected. How could he possibly be a foolish king?"

"Well, since he's not a foolish king, but made this kind of decision, have you ever thought about his deeper intentions?"

Thor showed a pained expression. He said, "Why do you all say that too? People keep whispering in my ear, pondering Odin's deep intentions and insisting he must have another plan…"

"But that's not my job! Guessing and speculating should be left to Loki, he's best at that!"

"And me? I'm a brave warrior! I am the forerunner of glory for Asgard! I can't stand waiting in vain, guessing day in and day out with no results…"

"Well, the situation is what it is now."

"As you've said, you've been stripped of divine power and can't use weapons. On Earth, there are neither enemies nor allies. You don't need to fight here, even if you don't want to guess, there's not much else for you to do."

Thor let out a long sigh and said, "Fine, if that's what he means, then let it be. Take off the armor, put the weapon aside, and live as a mundane human, each day leading a boring life, devoid of any belief or honor."

If that's what he wanted, then "What's that word? Right, vacation…I'll take a vacation from the prosperous Nine Major Kingdoms and grow grass in this deserted corner…"

Thor retreated a few steps and leaned against the corner of the room, looking somewhat deflated.

Steve sighed and whispered into his earpiece, "Every time I hear his adjectives describing Earth, I really feel like punching him."

Then he said to Thor, "Since you think like this, I think we can have a conversation."

"About what?" Thor raised an eyelid?

"First of all, you no longer have divine power, so you should need to eat, right?" Steve and Thor locked eyes. Steve said, "This is not a homeless shelter, we won't give you free food and accommodations. You have to figure it out yourself."

"I am the Prince of Asgard! The Guardian of the Nine Major Kingdoms! How could you…" Thor started to raise his voice again.

"Let's see if that title helps you find a job on Earth to support yourself."

Thor turned his head and muttered, "When I first came here, I found humans to be deceitful and stingy. The pay they give shepherds for a day's work is only a loaf of bread…"

"Furthermore, your fall along with your hammer damaged three residences and injured over a dozen people. You have to compensate for these losses."

"Odin will…"

"We can't reach Odin, only you. So, even though you didn't harm people intentionally, you are technically responsible. If you cannot compensate for the losses, I'm afraid you'll have to go to jail."

"Jail???" Thor raised his voice, incredulously exclaiming, "I am the Prince of Asgard! How can you throw the future Father of All Gods in prison?!! That would stain my reign, you damned mortals…"

As he erupted into anger again, even lifting his fist to attack Steve, Steve took a few steps back and said to the earpiece, "It seems that psychological therapy is not very effective here. Do you have any other methods?"

"Of course, give him a punch."

"Wait, isn't that a bit of a leap?"

"Not really. This is the alternative method for psychological therapy. It's my back-up plan for this conversation. I call it physical therapy."

Steve hesitated, rubbing his wrist, and asked, "Is this really going to work? Wouldn't hitting an alien cause a diplomatic incident?"

"That's for Nick Fury to worry about. You just need to decide how much force to use."

"What do you think would be ideal?"

"My advice is to give it your all. Even without divine power, he's part god. He won't break easily."

"Human... what are you trying to do?" By now, Thor had also noticed Steve's movement and he scornfully said, "You wouldn't be thinking of squaring off with the bravest warrior of Asgard? I'll have you know that gods are not to be provoked…"

"Bam!"

Thor was thrown back, embedding into the wall, before slumping unconscious. Steve retracted his fist saying, "Such a weak god."

At that moment, Natasha, who had gone outside to smoke, came back. As soon as she walked through the door, she saw Steve standing in the room, while Thor lay unconscious on the side. The woman gasped, "What happened? Is this your… psychological therapy?"

Steve turned around with a smile and said, "…This is physical therapy."