Not long ago, Lock had asked Iron Man to help him make some indestructible clothes.
Tony thought about it. Not to mention clothes—even entire suits of armor—there was nothing Lock couldn't eventually smash through.
In the end, Stark dug out a small piece of vibranium left behind by his father, Howard, stretched it into metal wire, and combined it with high-tech fiber thread to make a pair of big pants for Lock.
After all, Lock only wanted them so he wouldn't be as eye-catching as the Hulk during a battle. Naturally, priority was given to covering the key parts.
Lock hugged him twice in thanks. Was knitting a pair of underwear as a gift asking too much?
Unfortunately, the vibranium was too little. After one pair, it was gone.
The rest of his clothes could only be made from ordinary tough materials.
Normally, that was enough for a fight, but just now the Destroyer's two blasts of destructive flame had burned those clothes into charcoal—leaving only his vibranium shorts intact.
That was also one of the reasons Lock hadn't wanted to move.
Wearing big golden pants to fight in front of three women affected his image.
But now Thor couldn't hold on alone against two, and since Sif had exposed him, Lock had no choice but to get up.
"Heh! That's great, Lock, you're not dead. But these clothes…" Thor said mid-battle, trying not to laugh.
Lock glared with envy.
Just now, Thor had been in a T-shirt and jeans. Then boom—he transformed, power and hammer restored, plus shiny armor and a red cape. It looked so damn heroic.
"Thor, lend me your cloak."
"I won't!" Thor shook his head firmly. "It doesn't affect your combat power if you're half naked. But if you wear my cloak like that, I'll never dare put it back on my shoulders again."
"What do you mean half-naked? Don't I still have shorts?"
"That still doesn't work!"
Lock was helpless. This guy, Thor wasn't much of a bro. Wasn't lending a cloak a small thing?
Luckily, he had the foresight to make big pants ahead of time;, otherwise, it would be way too awkward right now.
The Destroyer noticed Lock approaching and immediately blasted another flame at him, dragging him into the battlefield.
Court death!
Lock's eyes flared. No shoes, no shirt, only a pair of shorts—and you dare come at me?
"ROARRR!"
With a roar, Lock unleashed all his pent-up anger on the Destroyer.
He leapt high, body bursting like a sonic boom, and slammed one Destroyer down with sheer force.
Then he grabbed its legs, and the ten-meter giant was lifted clean off the ground—smashed down again and again.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Destroyer One was pounded dizzy. Physical strikes couldn't destroy it, but they were enough to knock it out of commission—at least it couldn't merge anymore.
"Ouch!" Thor suddenly shouted.
He'd been knocked out of the air and sent crashing down.
Turns out Lock, while swinging the Destroyer around, had "accidentally" smacked Thor mid-flight.
Thor was furious. "Lock, did you do that on purpose?!"
"Boom…" Lock slammed the Destroyer again, shouting back, "How can you say that? I'm smashing this thing. Why are you flying here?"
"You—!"
Thor was speechless. It sounded wrong, but also… weirdly made sense.
"You hurry and finish the other one. I've got no magic, I can't kill these iron lumps."
Thor didn't hesitate. He soared high again, drawing on the thunderclouds above.
Without their combined form, one Destroyer couldn't stop him.
Mjolnir tore through Destroyer Two's head, lightning flooding its body. Sparks exploded from within, until the flames in its mask guttered out and the giant collapsed.
Before Mjolnir could fly back to Thor's hand, Lock stretched out his arm.
"I'll borrow this for a while!"
The hammer swerved, ignoring Thor, and landed squarely in Lock's grip.
For an instant, Lock looked like a second God of Thunder, lightning crackling all over his body, thunderclouds feeding Mjolnir with endless energy.
If not for the golden shorts, he would've looked truly divine.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Lock hammered Destroyer One again and again, flattening it. The spark of life inside was obliterated by lightning. Its circles of enchanted metal tried to spin and repair—but no sound came. Dead silence.
Both Destroyers were gone.
"You… you can lift Mjolnir?!"
Thor stared, stunned.
No wonder Lock had joked about it earlier—he wasn't bluffing.
The battlefield fell quiet. Sif, Fandral, Hogan, Volstagg—all Asgardian warriors who knew what the hammer meant—watched Lock with wide eyes.
Disdain turned to shock, then to something like respect.
Sif's gaze lingered longest. Lock's image in her heart shifted yet again.
If only he weren't standing there in golden underwear…
Lock casually tossed the hammer back. "Here, yours."
Thor caught it, his expression complicated.
He had always thought only he could wield it. But now there was another man—half-dressed at that—who had.
After the fight, Coulson and the SHIELD agents began restoring order, handling the aftermath.
Thor muttered, "No wonder my father invited you to Asgard. If I hadn't awakened… would Mjolnir have chosen you instead?"
"Come on," Lock said. "You're awake now. Doesn't matter."
"But if—"
"There are no ifs. Besides, I don't like lugging a hammer around. Doesn't fit my style."
"Style? You, in golden shorts?" Thor grumbled.
Daisy sidled closer, eyes sparkling. "I think it's kind of cool. Golden underwear has personality…"
Jane sighed, rubbing her temples. The intern had completely lost it.
Lock cut in: "Save it. We've killed the Destroyers, but Loki knows already. He'll move faster. You need to get back to Asgard."
Thor nodded grimly. He could question the hammer later—Loki couldn't wait.
He turned to Jane. "I must return to fight now. It isn't safe to bring you. But I swear, I'll come back soon—and take you to see the Rainbow Bridge. Asgard's beauty, its skies and halls… we could spend all day there together."
Jane whispered, "Then hurry back. Don't leave me behind."
"By Mjolnir, I promise…"
The two spoke softly, saying their goodbyes.
Lock, meanwhile, glanced at Sif, curious how she'd react to watching the man she admired embrace another woman. To his surprise, Sif was staring right at him.
For a heartbeat, their eyes locked. Then she turned away with a flush, breaking it with a glare.
"Why're you looking at me like that? I'm not the one who kissed you," Lock muttered.
Her cheeks burned hotter, and she spun on her heel, furious and flustered.
After Thor's farewell kiss, he gathered Lock, Sif, Fandral, Hogan, and Volstagg into a circle.
Together, they called: "Heimdall… Heimdall… Heimdall…"
Far away in Asgard's Bifrost chamber, Heimdall—frozen in Loki's ice—heard them. The guardian opened his eyes, strained, and shattered his bonds.
Loki's guards rushed in, but Heimdall cut them down without hesitation.
Then, with the last of his strength, he drove his great sword into the control dais.
The rainbow light flared.
A shining bridge fell from the sky. Thor, Lock, Sif, and the others vanished in its glow.
All that remained on the desert floor was a burning ancient rune.
Jane, Daisy, and Erik stared at it a long while before finally leaving.
The rainbow beam carried Thor, Lock, and the rest across the void—straight toward Asgard.
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