11

In New Mexico, overlooking a small hillside, Victor and the group observed the movements of S.H.I.E.L.D. Thor, eager for action, was already planning his approach.

"Thor, what's your strategy?" Victor asked, curious about his brother's intentions.

Thor, filled with excitement and readiness, responded enthusiastically, "Strategy? Let's just charge in!"

He was eager to wield Mjolnir once more, not only to impress Jane but also to reclaim his divine power and possibly return to Asgard.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Victor raised an eyebrow skeptically at Thor's lack of planning.

[Big brother, is this really the tactic you've honed over millennia of battles?] Victor joked inwardly, shaking his head at Thor's impulsive nature.

Meanwhile, Odin, in his slumber, pondered over these thoughts. "Ragnarok..."

As the God-King of Asgard, Odin had foreseen the looming threat of Ragnarok, a fate he desperately hoped to avert. He considered the unpredictable nature of future events, especially concerning his sons.

"I may not be able to change Ragnarok, but I must do what I can to protect Asgard from threats like Thanos," Odin resolved within himself, aware of the impending dangers.

Back on Earth, Thor's confidence waned momentarily upon hearing Victor's doubts. However, his determination to safeguard Asgard drove him forward.

"Let's start with Malekith," Odin decided, redirecting his attention to the divine realm. He withdrew his gaze from the mortal world, knowing there were immediate threats that needed addressing.

Meanwhile, in Jotunheim, Loki's activities drew Odin's concern. "What is Loki up to now?"

...

"Brother, care to join us?" Thor clapped Victor on the shoulder, extending an invitation.

Victor, aware of his own limitations and preferring a more cautious approach, shook his head resolutely. "No, you go ahead. I'm not equipped for this."

He had resigned himself to a quieter existence, not expecting to be swept into another adventure by Thor's impetuous nature.

"Very well. I'll go ahead then, and when I return with my divine power, we'll celebrate!" Thor declared confidently, undeterred by Victor's reluctance.

Victor observed Thor's departure with a mix of amusement and concern. He couldn't help but pity Loki, burdened with the responsibilities of Asgard while Thor chased after fleeting glory.

"If only Thor knew," Victor mused inwardly, imagining Loki's frustrations.

"Thor, please be careful," Jane expressed her worry, watching Thor leave with a mixture of admiration and concern.

"I'll handle it," Thor assured her confidently, dismissing any doubts about his abilities. After all, he was the God of Thunder, a title he intended to uphold.

"It's okay. While my eldest brother may lack strategic finesse, his strength is undeniable," Victor remarked, settling atop the hill to observe the impending clash with S.H.I.E.L.D.

As Thor engaged effortlessly with the agents, Victor couldn't help but acknowledge his brother's combat prowess honed over millennia.

"Thor's experience in battle truly shows," Victor conceded silently, impressed by Thor's skill and resolve.

As the scene unfolded, Jane sought to strike up a conversation amidst the tension. "So, you and Thor, are you really gods like he says?"

Victor chuckled softly, amused by Jane's curiosity. "Me, a god? No, that's just Thor's exaggeration. I'm just a 'salted fish,' as he likes to call me."

Jane looked disappointed by Victor's response. "So, all that talk about gods was just...?"

"I wasn't lying. We're not gods anymore. Thor was banished from Asgard just yesterday," Victor clarified with a shrug, feeling no need to perpetuate the misconception.

Realizing the misunderstanding, Jane's mood soured slightly. "I see... You were just having some fun with me earlier?"

"Not at all. I simply lack the divine power to claim such a title," Victor reassured her, trying to dispel any lingering confusion.

"Enough talk. It's time to engage," Victor declared impatiently, eager to move on from the discussion.

As rain began to fall, Victor instinctively used his divine power to shield himself from the weather. His newfound abilities surprised Jane.

"Victor, your clothes..." Jane started, amazed by his sudden demonstration of power.

"Oh, this? Just a simple trick. I picked it up during my 'salted fish' days," Victor replied casually, downplaying his abilities.

Jane sighed, realizing her misconception about gods and their capabilities. "I guess I was expecting too much."

With the rain temporarily halted, Victor refocused his attention on the unfolding confrontation with S.H.I.E.L.D., anticipating a challenging but potentially rewarding encounter.