"Welcome back, Thor! We can fight together again."
Fandral shook the axe in his hand excitedly, walked over, and gave Thor a big hug, patting his back.
The other Asgardian warriors followed suit, their joy evident.
"I'm glad to be with you again, my friends," Thor replied with a wide smile.
But their reunion was cut short. Across the battlefield, the frost giants, enraged by Thor's devastating attack that had killed many of their kin, roared in fury and charged. Their bloodlust was palpable as they surged forward, intent on tearing the Asgardians apart.
There was no time for further conversation.
Thor and Sif turned their gaze toward the incoming threat. Thor glanced at Sergei, Pietro, and the rest of the Avengers still engaged in combat nearby. His voice boomed with determination:
"My brothers, we brought this disaster to this world. They have fought to protect it—for us. Now it's our turn to set things right!"
A resounding roar erupted from the Asgardian warriors, Thor's words igniting their battle spirit.
Raising Mjolnir high, Thor charged at the frost giants, a streak of thunder splitting the sky as he led the charge. The Asgardian warriors surged forward behind him, their resolve unwavering.
The battlefield erupted into chaos. Thor's immense power tilted the scales against the frost giants, while his thunderous strikes and sheer presence bolstered his allies.
From the rear, Laufey, the Frost Giant king, observed the battlefield with a grim expression. Despite his army's numbers and strength, the presence of three powerhouses—Sergei, Pietro, and Thor—was wreaking havoc. To make matters worse, a white-haired woman capable of summoning lightning and a figure with lasers in his eyes continued to inflict severe damage on his forces.
Laufey clenched his fists in frustration. He knew that continuing the fight at this rate would result in devastating losses—losses that would cripple his plans for vengeance against Asgard.
"Loki!" Laufey growled, his voice laced with anger. His sharp eyes shifted toward Wanda, who stood less than a kilometer away, her crimson magic swirling ominously. "If you stand idly by, I'll leave this battle immediately."
The woman had already disposed of the Destroyer with mirror magic, rendering Laufey's once-formidable weapon useless. Despite Loki's mastery of magic and the power of Gungnir, the Eternal Spear, he had been unable to break her spells.
Loki's irritated voice echoed in Laufey's mind.
"Shut up, Laufey. I'm working on it! Breaking that woman's magic isn't as simple as it seems."
Laufey frowned, debating whether Loki was lying. But the immediate response convinced him otherwise. Loki might be cunning and manipulative, but he wasn't foolish enough to jeopardize their alliance entirely.
For now, Laufey had no choice but to rely on Loki.
Wanda, meanwhile, regarded Laufey with calm intensity. Her voice carried across the battlefield.
"Your name is Laufey, correct? Shall we make a deal?"
Laufey's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face. "A deal? What are you scheming, Midgardian?"
"I know you possess something rare and powerful," Wanda replied evenly. "Give it to me, and I'll allow you and your army to leave this place alive."
Her words struck a nerve. Laufey's face darkened, his icy breath turning the air frosty. "Do you even realize what you're saying? You dare to lecture me about arrogance after aligning with Asgardians?"
Wanda's tone remained calm, even compassionate. "This is the best deal you'll get, Laufey. Consider it compensation for the chaos you've caused on Earth. You can withdraw with your forces intact, and we avoid unnecessary bloodshed."
In Laufey's eyes, however, Wanda's offer was nothing short of an insult. Who was she to make such demands? He was Laufey, ruler of Jotunheim, a conqueror who had once rivaled Odin himself.
"You'll regret this arrogance, Midgardian," Laufey snarled.
Raising his arms, he unleashed a torrent of frost magic. The air around him grew colder, and the sky above twisted into a massive vortex of ice and snow, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. The ground beneath them froze as the cold spread like wildfire, signaling the beginning of a deadly clash.
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