"Father is dead, Mother—never return to Asgard again. I had no choice but to become king of Asgard, brother."
Dressed in a suit, Loki wore an expression of pain, like someone forced and afraid.
Thor: "…"
I… am blind!
It felt as though his world collapsed. Thor had never known such despair, such darkness without a trace of light.
His title as heir to Asgard stripped, his godly power sealed, himself banished.
Now his own weapon had been stolen by a bald man.
His father was dead, his mother did not want him home…
Compared to half a month ago, when he basked in glory surrounded by countless beauties, to call himself "fallen like a dog" was giving himself too much credit.
He was nothing but dust.
Darkness wasn't terrifying—endless darkness was.
That faint line between light and dark now felt like an abyss without end.
"Saitama…"
Loki looked stunned.
Natasha and Fury's expressions twisted strangely.
No one understood this extreme mockery filled with sorrow.
Seeing Thor's dim, lifeless eyes, Loki wavered slightly. But recalling years of unfair treatment, he steeled his heart and endured.
He turned to leave—yet Saitama blocked him.
His gaze fierce, voice cold and sharp.
"Brother, even the hammer of Thor has fallen to a mortal. Where is the face of the gods now?"
High and aloof, overlooking ants—that was the tone.
Loki couldn't understand why a mere mortal could lift Mjolnir. Had Odin tampered with the divine laws?
Then this hammer surely belonged to him!
"Saitama, are you alright? Did the lightning hurt you?"
Natasha exclaimed with concern.
Fury and Coulson were already directing people to clean up the mess.
Natasha found it curious—
Aside from Thor and herself, everyone seemed to treat Loki like air.
"Mjolnir! You shall belong to the true king of Asgard!"
Loki cackled, reaching to seize the hammer.
"What are you doing?"
Saitama asked coldly.
"Hmm!"
Loki's stunned expression shifted. "He can see me?!"
Impossible!
How could a mortal see through divine concealment?
And those dead-fish eyes looked distinctly displeased with his hand gripping the hammer's hilt.
"I picked this up. Whoever picks it up, it's theirs."
Saitama said seriously.
Pfft—
Loki almost spat blood.
What did he mean, "whoever picks it up, it's theirs"? Did he think this was some street game where you toss rings and keep what you hook?
This was one of Asgard's supreme divine artifacts!
Loki tugged twice, face flushing red, but the hammer was welded to Saitama's hand, immovable.
"You want it?"
Saitama saw Loki's desperation and offered the hammer.
At once, his vision displayed Loki's data:
Name: Loki Laufeyson
Hero Class: Third Princess
Intelligence: 5
Strength: 5
Speed: 5
Agility: 5
Energy Projection: 6
Combat Skills: 3
Justice Value: 1
Note: Adopted son of Odin, carries Frost Giant blood, Asgard's most powerful sorcerer, Thor's brother [currently feigning amnesia].
"Very weak…"
Saitama muttered.
Weak?!
Those words pierced Loki's heart, eyes flashing with malice.
With a shove, the king's scepter appeared in his hand, glowing with fiery energy—yet suddenly his grip slipped.
The hand holding Mjolnir refused to obey, and hammer and man together crashed to the ground.
Unfortunately for him, the hammer landed squarely on his chest.
Like a turtle flipped on its back, Loki flailed, eyes rolling.
Too damn heavy!
This was a divine artifact forged from a dying star. Without Odin's enchantment and the power of a true god, it could never be lifted.
Thus the mighty king of Asgard lay pinned and humiliated, unable even to rise.
"You bastard! Get this hammer off me! Damn it!"
His shame was unbearable.
Yet—only Saitama and Thor could see.
"Didn't you want it? Then keep it."
Saitama said innocently.
Loki nearly coughed blood again.
Now he wanted nothing more than for this cursed hammer to leave him—his pride had been crushed.
Where could the Third Princess hide her face?
"Loki!"
Thor finally snapped out of it. In his heart, he still loved this brother dearly.
But no matter how he tried, he could not lift the hammer.
He had not passed Odin's trial, had not earned the worthiness of a king.
"Saitama! Please… spare Loki. He… he didn't mean it!"
Thor begged, seeing forgiveness for his brother.
"Oh… alright. Then the hammer?"
Saitama rubbed his chin.
"You… you keep it."
Thor said bitterly.
"Fine, I'll use it for two days, then give it back."
Saitama grinned—the heavy hammer felt good in his hand.
He raised it effortlessly.
Thor and Loki's faces twisted in mixed emotion.
"Forgive me, brother."
Loki said suddenly, eyes cold as ice before vanishing.
Asgard could only have one king!
Now both Thor and this bald mortal had become his greatest threats.
History was written by the victor.
And Loki understood this far better than Thor. To seize the throne, he would stop at nothing.
Back in Asgard—
The moment he returned, Loki collapsed, legs giving out beneath him.
But he quickly steadied his resolve. In adaptability, Loki embodied a true king.
He would plot a great scheme—
to destroy all of Jotunheim.
He despised his Frost Giant blood.
He would be Odin's son, not Laufey's.
He would become King of the Gods, worshiped by all!
But first—
he touched the sealed vault, where immense power pulsed.
The Guardian of Asgard's Treasury!
Forged by Odin and countless peak gods, a being of overwhelming might.
Standing silently, Loki hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"Go. Kill my pathetic brother… and that mortal called Saitama!"
(End of Chapter)
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