10

Evening settled over the Rainbow Bridge, casting a tranquil glow as Victor reclined in a comfortable chair, savoring the sea breeze. Skorch, having been assimilated since meeting Victor, joined him in this rare moment of relaxation.

"Victor, enjoying yourself?" Skorch asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. He had arranged the chair for Victor, who appreciated such comforts amidst his duties.

"It's quite comfortable," Victor replied casually, eyes closed in contentment. He mused about Loki's current whereabouts but shrugged off any concerns about the timeline, focusing instead on his own growth.

Their peaceful interlude was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice echoing across the Rainbow Bridge.

"Skorch! Victor! What in the Nine Realms are you doing?!" Heimdall's voice rang out disapprovingly before he even appeared.

Heimdall, a traditionalist and staunch guardian of Asgard's sanctity, frowned upon seeing two supposed agents of Asgard fishing idly.

"Come now, Heimdall, enjoy this sea breeze with us!" Victor teased, stretching lazily. Though Heimdall respected Victor as the acting king of Asgard, he couldn't abide such casual disregard for duty on the Rainbow Bridge.

"As agents of the king, you should show more respect for this sacred place," Heimdall reminded them sternly. "There are greater matters requiring attention in Asgard."

"Understood," Victor acquiesced, rising to fold the chair. "If this land cannot rest, then I shall find solace elsewhere. I am not king of Asgard now, after all."

He then turned to Heimdall with a determined gaze. "Heimdall, open the Rainbow Bridge. I wish to journey to the mortal world."

Heimdall hesitated briefly, contemplating Victor's request. He knew Victor's actions had the blessing of the king, Odin, and reluctantly raised his sword to open the Rainbow Bridge.

"Go safely, my king," Heimdall said respectfully as he sent Victor on his way.

Odin, observing through his divine senses, lamented his inability to tether Victor with the responsibilities of an agent. His slipperiness surprised even Odin.

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Meanwhile, in the desolate Gobi Desert of New Mexico, Victor materialized after a disorienting teleportation.

"Where did Heimdall send me this time?" Victor muttered, surveying the barren landscape with disbelief.

Before long, a familiar sight caught his attention—a large pickup truck approaching in the distance.

"That truck looks familiar," Victor mused to himself as it drew nearer.

The truck pulled up beside him, and before Victor could react, Thor burst out, enveloping him in a bear hug.

"Victor! Brother! I've missed you!" Thor exclaimed joyously, squeezing Victor tightly.

"Hey, ease up, you big oaf!" Victor managed to protest, extricating himself from Thor's embrace. "You're going to crush me! We haven't seen each other in a thousand years, and you're this excited?"

Thor grinned broadly, pulling Victor into the truck. "Jane, meet my brother Victor, the Sun God!"

Jane Foster, visibly embarrassed but intrigued, greeted Victor tentatively. She couldn't help but notice his handsome features—a testament to his divine heritage.

"Um, hello," Jane said, unsure how to react to yet another eccentric figure in Thor's life.

Thor, eager to introduce his brother properly, continued, "Victor, this is Jane Foster. She's... well, she's been through a lot with me."

Victor smirked mischievously. "Thor, not bad, bringing home a lady so quickly. Got yourself a lover..."

Before Victor could finish his sentence, Thor playfully covered his mouth, grinning broadly. "Shh, brother, don't spoil the moment!"

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[PS: The storyline diverges from Marvel canon, utilizing Odin's oversight and changing the direction to avoid a tragic ending.]