Meanwhile, Thor was trying to embrace a new life, drinking and chasing girls, the taste of love slowly filling his battered heart.
Loki, on the other hand, was different; he was busy usurping the throne.
It couldn't really be called usurpation. With the rumors of Odin's death circulating and Thor, stripped of his powers, exiled to Midgard, wasn't Loki's claim a legitimate succession?
Never mind how the rumors started; they were slowly becoming truth. If everyone accepted it, wouldn't it be real?
Odin's Sleep—if he wakes up, it's Odin's Sleep; if he doesn't, it's Odin's Eternal Slumber. Until his father truly awakens, he's like that cat Schrödinger kept in Midgard.
It's just that he lacked loyal subordinates eager to crown their lord and bring about such a heinous act, so his methods were inevitably a bit crude.
No choice. For his first meal at the table, Loki's first order was for Heimdall, the gatekeeper, to guard the gate well. No one was to pass through, especially to see Thor.
But who would have thought! Lord Heimdall, a man of unwavering loyalty, would betray the new emperor?
Sif and the Warriors Three still managed to descend to Midgard via the Bifrost to find Thor.
This, this, this... wasn't this deliberately trying to cause chaos in Asgard?
I, the new Emperor Loki, am mandated by Heaven; I absolutely cannot allow such a tragedy to occur!
I thought of Father's armor, the destroyer, Asgard's strongest battle suit, capable of autonomous action. It seems to be guarding the Casket of Ancient Winters now.
No sooner said than done, I quickly took control of the destroyer armor.
But bad news kept coming: I, Loki, the pure-blooded prince of Asgard, actually have the blood of Frost Giants?
It turns out I'm not just like Thor; I, Loki, am also a... hybrid?
Thinking from another perspective, Thor must also have some issues. Sure enough, I knew this exile wasn't so simple.
It's just Father, the All-Father...
Loki's eyes were complex as he looked at the place where Odin slumbered.
Actually, just sleeping like this is quite good... Earth, New Mexico.
A few minutes before Sif and the Warriors Three arrived, a crimson portal opened, and Nero and Mephisto stepped out.
"You are Morgan, the Queen of the Fairy Country, who has lived for over three thousand years. This time, you will join forces with me to fight against the evil demon lords," Nero muttered.
"Having just arrived in the mortal world from the Fairy Country, and having once received help from Odin, I happened to encounter his offspring. Therefore, I will guide Thor to regain his thunderous power in the form of a wise man," Morgan said coolly and indifferently.
Of course, all of this truly happened. If you don't believe it, ask Thor to ask Odin; his father would confirm it.
Mephisto has already gotten into character. This personality will be hers for a long time in the future... oh, no, now it's her.
In short, Mephisto can be someone else, but only Morgan herself can play Morgan.
"Hmm, very good, you can start your job!" Nero nodded in satisfaction, bought a box of small cakes, and sat in a spot with a wide view.
Morgan, meanwhile, removed her magic that lowered her presence and quietly waited across the street from Thor and his companions.
Watching Sif and the others joyfully find Thor... Erik was trying to persuade Jane to abandon her wild ideas: "This is a great theory, but you can't convince the scientific community unless you can find evidence."
The next moment, Sif and the others, dressed as if for a play, appeared at the door, clumsily tapping on the glass: "Found you!"
A bewildered Dr. Erik dropped his water glass, Daisy and Jane were also shocked, and only Thor, who had reacted, rushed forward to embrace them.
After some communication, Thor realized he had been tricked by Loki again.
Good news: Father is still alive.
Bad news: Loki might try to kill him.
Thor's mood was quite complicated, similar to Loki's.
Good news: Thor is dealt with.
Bad news: Now he really has to deal with Thor.
Originally, Loki had no intention of continuing to bother Thor, but now, even if he didn't bother Thor, Thor would bother him.
"Uh... Thor, aren't you going to introduce us to that friend outside? What kind of god is she?"
Jane pointed to the woman outside, whose style was clearly different from Thor and his companions, yet equally unique, and asked uncertainly.
"What woman?" Thor turned around and only then saw Morgan. He immediately turned back and chuckled indifferently: "I don't know that fellow either; she's not with us."
"But she seems to be looking this way all the time..." Jane said, very concerned.
The woman's face was unclear; she wore a black lace veil, and when the wind blew, her blue-lipsticked mouth was faintly visible.
It wasn't like a rebellious girl, but added a sense of cold solemnity.
She wore a black crown on her head and a solemn palace robe, as if she had lived alone for many years, giving off a detached, serene aura.
"Is that so? It's nothing. What's important now is Loki." Thor still didn't care, even thinking Jane was somewhat confused about priorities.
Boom—
It became noisy outside, as if an explosion had occurred outside the town.
Thor and the others went out to investigate, feeling the presence of the destroyer armor from a distance.
After some argument, they decided that Sif and the Warriors Three would buy time, while Thor and Jane would evacuate the people as quickly as possible.
Thor approached Morgan: "Hurry and leave!"
Seeing Morgan remain motionless, Thor grew a little impatient: "Quick! Move! You saw the commotion in the distance, didn't you? This isn't the time to watch the show!"
Morgan just quietly watched Thor, and after about three seconds, she slowly spoke: "Thunder and an Asgardian god race, kid, what is Odin to you?"
"Kid? Who are you?" Thor became wary; he was no longer as ignorant as when he first arrived on Earth: "Also, I'm over a thousand years old, girl!"
Morgan, however, seemed not to hear the sting in Thor's words, and murmured in a voice just loud enough for him to hear: "Over a thousand years old... is she a child born recently?"
Then she looked at Thor and asked again: "Are you Odin's offspring?"
Thor's eye twitched. No one had called him a child since he turned a thousand. He stifled his voice and asked again: "Who exactly are you!"
"Morgan, Morgan le Fay, the Queen of the Fae... the Winter Country."
"Morgan?" Thor scratched his head, unable to recall such a person: "OK, it's nice to meet you, Morgan. You need to leave quickly now."
He didn't believe this strange woman would be a match for the destroyer, and even though she was heavily clothed, one could still see her slender figure.
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