Thor

Thor struggled on the hospital bed, while the beaten doctor in the duty room discussed whether Thor was on drugs.

Seeing the blurry figure in the photographed image, Jane Foster screamed and hurriedly took Professor Erik and her friend Darcy to the hospital.

The three arrived at the ward but didn't find Thor. As they returned to the car, Jane Foster discussed with the others how to find him and accidentally hit Thor, who was walking out of the hospital.

They brought him back to their residence and admired Thor's perfect physique. Jane Foster whispered, "As a crazy vagabond, he has a good body..."

Darcy paced behind Jane, holding a book, but her gaze was fixed on Thor's muscles. At the same time, Loki, who had discovered his own secret, was arguing with Odin.

"That day, you not only took the Casket of Ancient Winters from Jotunheim!" Loki looked at Odin with a pained expression, hoping to receive a denial.

"After the war, I entered the temple and found the abandoned infant," Odin replied.

"Why!" Loki's body trembled as he shouted hysterically, "Your hands are stained with the blood of Jotunheim. Why did you bring me back! What is your purpose!"

Watching Loki on the verge of a breakdown, Odin's eyes softened, and he said in a deep voice, "I thought one day you could become a bridge between the two realms."

Pausing, Odin recalled Loki's childhood appearance, and with a gentle tone, he said, "But those plans are no longer important..."

Taking a step back, Loki roared in a low voice, "So I'm just a memento, locked in your vault, waiting for the day to be useful!"

Loki's childhood memories flashed through his mind—his father's authority, his mother's kindness, and that foolish elder brother. He yelled with all his might, "You always said that Thor and I were born to be kings, but from the beginning, I lost because you would never let a Frost Giant sit on the throne of Asgard!"

Odin looked at Loki, who couldn't hear anything, and chose to lie down in place. As he saw his father lying on the ground motionless, Loki's anger gradually subsided. He felt a sense of panic and squatted down, gently pushing Odin, and shouted loudly, "Guards! Guards! Come help me!"

The guards stationed outside heard Loki's cry and quickly opened the vault's door to carry Odin back to the room. Frigga looked at Odin, who had fallen into a deep sleep, with a touch of sadness. "I have never seen him like this..."

"How long will he remain unconscious?" Loki looked at Odin with cold indifference. After the previous panic passed, resentment surged up again. Frigga shook her head and said softly, "I don't know... This situation is different. We were unprepared."

The Asgardians' powers would increase with age, and at this time, their bodies would enter a deep sleep to gradually adjust the divine power within. But Odin's sudden sleep came without any preparations.

"Why did he deceive me?" Upon hearing that Odin might not wake up, Loki's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and his tone was no longer icy. Frigga sighed and said slowly, "He didn't want you to feel like an outsider. You are our son, Loki! We are your family! Your father will return to us, and your brother will return too!"

Originally touched by Frigga's words, Loki's face changed when he heard that Thor would also return. The warmth in his heart, which had been warmed by familial affection, turned cold again. Loki glanced deeply at Odin and left the room.

Before Thor returned, he planned to settle everything and make Odin understand that he was the best candidate for the throne. He wanted to prove that the other's choice was wrong.

Loki sat on the throne, holding the Eternal Spear given to him by Frigga. The Three Warriors of Asgard and Sif came to the palace, looking at Loki on the throne with surprise.

"Where is Odin?" Sif asked.

"Father has entered Odin's sleep. If there's anything, you can tell me!" Loki stood up slowly, his gaze sharp as he stared at the four of them. In a commanding voice, he said, "I am your king!"

Seeing the Eternal Spear in Loki's hand, Hogun clenched his right fist over his chest, knelt on one knee, and saluted Loki. The other two warriors of Asgard followed suit. After hesitating for a moment, Sif also knelt on one knee and said in a cold tone, "Your Majesty, we request that you end Thor's exile!"

Loki stood up and walked down the steps, speaking softly, "My first command cannot contradict the final command of the All-Father! We are on the brink of war with Jotunheim, and conflicting orders will cause panic among the people. Everyone must unite to defend the realm of the gods!"

Sif stood up angrily, wanting to question Loki, but she was firmly held back by the three warriors. Loki, holding the Eternal Spear, was the king of Asgard, and they didn't want Sif to bear the offence of insulting the king.

"We will follow your arrangements, Your Majesty!" Volstagg smiled slightly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. Fandral, standing beside him, forced a smile and said softly, "Respected Your Majesty, please reconsider."

"No need for more words!"

As they listened to Loki's cold words, the smiles on the faces of the Three Warriors gradually disappeared, and they stood up expressionless. Sif's mouth curved into a cold smile.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Loki's eyes—centuries of companionship, yet they still didn't accept him. It made him feel both sorrowful and angry. Why did Thor get to have everything? Why did everyone revolve around him?

"This drink tastes really good! Give me another one!" Thor smiled and slammed the cup to the ground. Jane Foster looked apologetically at the owner and said, "Sorry, it was just a little hiccup!"

While cleaning up the fragments, Jane Foster complained to Thor, "What are you doing?"

"The taste is good. I want another one!" Thor replied casually.

Watching Thor act so entitled, Jane Foster felt like she might be going crazy, trying to reason with a madman.

"Such things are common in Asgard!" Yi Hu, sitting opposite the four of them, stood up slowly and approached Thor, handing him a glass of cola, and said softly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness, the God of Thunder of Asgard!"

"Have you heard of me?" Thor's face lit up with excitement as he took the cola and clinked it with Hogun, then tilted his head back and finished drinking it, burping afterwards. The tingling sensation made him instantly fall in love with this drink.

"Your deeds have been passed down among humans in the form of myths," Yi Hu carefully looked at Thor's muscular abs. In his previous life, he used the other party as his goal for fitness until he finally achieved a physique similar to his. With that thought, Yi Hu touched his own stomach nostalgically.

Watching the two of them talking and laughing, Dr. Erik Selvig felt like he might have had a stroke today, as they had encountered another lunatic.

"This thing called cola is really delicious!"

Thor drank five cups of cola in a row, his face showing a happy expression. Yi Hu lips curved slightly as he calmly said, "It tastes even better when paired with fried chicken and french fries!"