"There is such a strong person in Midgard..."
"Damn it!"
Loki remotely controlled the Destroyer Armor through the Eternal Spear. In essence, the Destroyer Armor was an extension of himself. He and the armor shared the same perspective, and naturally, he could feel its power at the moment of impact.
Such strength—Loki could hardly believe it existed in Midgard. That backward, ignorant civilization.
Yet the reality stood before him, forcing Loki to reevaluate. Was this perhaps the work of an advanced alien civilization? A remnant of Odin's schemes?
The thought unsettled him. Why had Odin exiled Thor to Midgard? Among the Nine Realms, Midgard was the one Loki understood the least. He and Thor had visited it only a few times, centuries ago.
The more he thought about it, the more everything felt wrong. Gritting his teeth, Loki made a decision. He must kill Thor. Thor could not be allowed to return to Asgard alive.
If Thor survived, Loki's carefully laid plans would crumble. Thor's unprecedented prestige would render all Loki's efforts meaningless, exposing his treachery and leading to his inevitable judgment.
His resolve hardened, Loki's eyes gleamed with determination. He struck the ground with the Eternal Spear, Gungnir.
BOOM!
Accompanied by a resonant crash, an illusory figure appeared before him. Gray-skinned with scarlet pupils, the figure was Laufey, King of the Frost Giants.
"Loki Odinson."
"Laufey."
"It seems you understand now, Loki," Laufey said, his voice cold and calculated. "We share the same blood. That hypocrite Odin deceived you."
"Trust me, Laufey," Loki replied, his voice calm but laced with menace. "He will pay the price."
Loki studied Laufey's expression before continuing, "Let's make a deal."
"What do you want?"
"I want your army to go to Midgard and kill Thor. In return, you will have the Casket of Ancient Winters."
Laufey's expression shifted at the mention of the casket. Killing Thor meant little to him—it was the casket that truly tempted him.
The artifact was the cornerstone of his people's power, taken by Odin during the war between Asgard and the Frost Giants. Its absence had left Laufey weak and unable to recover from his injuries. With the casket, Laufey could restore his strength, rebuild his kingdom, and return the Frost Giants to their former glory.
But Laufey wasn't a fool. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Loki, although I am inclined to trust you, if this deal is to proceed, I will need the casket now."
To Laufey's surprise, Loki readily agreed.
Producing the casket, Loki used the Eternal Spear to open the Rainbow Bridge. The bridge carried the artifact to Jotunheim, where it landed in Laufey's hands.
Laufey grinned as the familiar, immense power of ice coursed through his body, revitalizing him. "I like this deal, Loki."
"Then hurry," Loki replied coldly. "The Rainbow Bridge will take you to Midgard."
As Laufey prepared his forces, the town in Mexico shook violently before falling eerily quiet. The calm was fleeting.
BANG!
A figure crashed through the pouring rain, landing on the road a hundred meters from Thor.
Sif and the Warriors Three, who had been blown back by the shockwave, recovered quickly. Sif shook her head to clear the dizziness before focusing on the figure.
He was young, muscular, and clad in a brown jacket, white shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His confident demeanor and bold presence reminded them of Asgardian warriors.
"Hey! I didn't think Midgard had warriors like you!" Volstagg said, stroking his beard as he approached the newcomer. "Man, I'll buy you a drink when this is over!"
"Are you Asgardians?" the man asked, looking them over.
Fandral raised an eyebrow. "You know of Asgard?"
The man nodded. "Thor mentioned it once, during a night of drinking. He spoke of his friends."
Volstagg laughed heartily. "Ha! It seems Thor has been busy. I'm Volstagg."
"Fandral."
"Sif."
"Hogun."
"I'm Sergei," the man replied. "Nice to meet you all, but I think we have more pressing matters."
He gestured toward the towering figure of the Destroyer Armor, which loomed menacingly on the slope ahead.
Thor, observing the scene from a distance, felt a surge of hope at the sight of Sergei. His eyes scanned the area until he spotted two familiar figures—Wanda and Pietro—standing near a building.
Bathed in the rain, an unseen force seemed to ripple around them. Feeling Thor's gaze, the siblings turned toward him.
In an instant, they vanished and reappeared beside him.
Thor clapped Pietro on the shoulder with a wide grin. "I'm sorry. I've brought war to your world."
"Then you owe us a feast!" Pietro quipped with a smirk.
"Of course," Thor replied. "If I ever return to Asgard."
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