Through an unknown shortcut inside the World Tree that encompasses the Nine Realms.
Arriving at Jotunheim, the land of ice and home of the Frost Giants, the Destroyer armor's chest opened, revealing Loki's face and half of his body.
This cold, dark place was incomparable to Asgard, where he had lived since childhood, a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers, like a fairyland. Yet, he was born here.
His expression turned grim.
"The little prince of Asgard, you dare to appear before me again?"
In the cold darkness, Laufey, the Frost Giant King, rose from his broken throne, his eyes sharp.
"Wearing your father's armor, have you come to avenge your last disgraceful retreat?"
Tall Frost Giants emerged from the surrounding darkness, forming weapons of ice in their hands, their expressions hostile as they stared at him, and the atmosphere solidified around them.
Last time, Thor and Loki had caused a ruckus in Jotunheim, killing many of their people. Just as they were about to be overwhelmed by the siege, Odin appeared and rescued them.
"Father?"
He scoffed and repeated the word. Loki spread his palms, and under his magic, the divine artifact of the Frost Giant race appeared: a square object emitting a blue light, with intricate carvings and a handle for gripping.
"Ancient Winter Coffin, how can you hold our tribe's divine artifact so calmly?"
Seeing the long-lost divine artifact of his tribe, Laufey gasped in shock and confusion.
The Ancient Winter Coffin was a treasure passed down by the Frost Giant ancestors. Among the Nine Realms, only Frost Giants could hold it without harm.
Whoosh!
A cold wind swept through, and the terrifying frost energy emanating from the Ancient Winter Coffin rushed towards him, freezing him into a block of ice.
"Over a thousand years ago, you tried to conquer Midgard, to turn it into your ice-covered domain, but you were repelled by Odin leading Asgard."
Without a word, he walked past Laufey, his birth father, who was frozen solid. Loki ascended the throne and sat down, revealing his Frost Giant royal bloodline: crimson eyes, blue patterned skin. His majestic voice echoed through the hall.
"Over a thousand years later, I, Loki, will lead you to complete what your useless ancestors failed to achieve!"
"Submit or Death!"
He scanned the hall.
With the blood of the Frost Giant royalty and holding the Ancient Winter Coffin, no Frost Giant dared to resist him. They looked at each other, then knelt down in submission.
"We obey your will, Frost Giant King."
Loki assimilated all the armies and immediately chose to advance towards Earth.
...
At the Base, although Thor had regained his invulnerable physique, his strength was still within the realm of ordinary people, making it difficult for him to fight against a group of armed Agents.
Especially with Hawkeye, who was guarding the Base, using his explosive arrows to send him flying around, leaving him in a sorry state.
Thor was angry but found it hard to get close. He had never suffered such humiliation.
"Someone who can't be hit by bullets, but can shoot lasers from his fingers?"
Fortunately, halfway through the fight, Hawkeye, who was talking into his earpiece, looked at the bow in his hand and felt that this World was becoming increasingly unfriendly to cold weapon archers like him. He chuckled mockingly, shouted something to Thor from afar, and then turned to retreat.
"Viking, see you next time."
Thor was tall, with disheveled hair, swaying unsteadily like a fierce warrior, easily reminding people of ancient Vikings.
In fact, Thor did belong to the Vikings, but to Viking mythology.
"Damn it!"
Getting up from the ground, Thor, disheveled and covered in dust, angrily said, "He's suppressing me with his weapon. If it weren't for Mjolnir..."
At this point, he suddenly cast everything else aside.
"Mjolnir, I'm coming!"
Ignoring the others who had retreated from the Base, Thor tore open the special radiation-proof film and excitedly shouted, rushing towards his beloved hammer.
But the moment he saw it, he froze, his eyes wide in disbelief, his body trembling.
"No! ..."
"Mjolnir, what happened to you? Who did this to you!"
Like a boyfriend seeing his girlfriend in a car accident, he lunged forward, tears in his eyes.
At the bottom of the meteor crater.
He could still sense that the Mjolnir before him was the same familiar hammer that had accompanied him in battles across the Nine Realms.
But its appearance was completely unrecognizable to Thor.
In the center of the meteor crater lay a pink hammer, adorned with a cute, lifelike hello kitty pattern.
Those who knew would think it was Thor's weapon, Mjolnir. Those who didn't would probably think it was some little princess's pink toy.
"No, who was it?!"
Angrily grabbing the dirt from the ground, he knelt, looking up at the sky, crying out in grief and demanding, "Who treated you so cruelly?!"
"Oh, how cute..."
Ron and the other three walked in. Jane looked at the hammer, her eyes sparkling, and she gasped softly, covering her mouth.
All women have a girlish side, even she, who loved studying celestial bodies, was no exception.
"hello kitty?
I love hello kitty the most!"
Daisy, who had excitedly exclaimed twice upon seeing the hammer, looked at the weeping Thor with a strange expression and said, "Is this your Mjolnir?"
"You still say it's not the Meow-Meow Hammer."
If it wasn't the Meow-Meow Hammer, why did it look like a meow-meow?
And it was pink.
"As expected of a divine artifact that shakes the Nine Realms, I imagine no one would want to face it."
Ron stroked his chin, chuckling playfully.
"After all, who would want to be defeated by a pink Meow-Meow Hammer and get their face plastered with meow-meow patterns?
Even the strongest warrior couldn't endure such humiliation."
Anyone defeated by such a hammer would probably suffer its psychological damage for the rest of their lives.
"Is this really something from outer space?"
Selvig's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but doubt it. After all, the pattern on it was too familiar, and meteors were usually dull gray and dark. What was with this vibrant pink, like a girl's toy?
Listening to their chatter, each word piercing Thor's heart, tears streamed from his eyes.
"No, Mjolnir."
"It's okay, Thor will pick you up right away, summon lightning, and melt all the scrap metal on you."
He stood up and looked at the others with a serious expression.
"You all watch closely, the real Thor's Hammer, Mjolnir, is like this...!"
He shouted and instinctively tried to lift the hammer with one arm, but he used too much force and stumbled.
"How can this be?!"
Thor was shocked and heartbroken beyond words. He tried repeatedly to summon Thor's Hammer, which had always responded to him with a spiritual connection, but it was as heavy as a mountain, impossible to move, and completely unresponsive to him.
"Could it be that Father King wasn't joking, and he really stripped me of my divine power, giving me no chance at all, to make me a mortal forever?"
After several attempts, even using all his might, he couldn't lift it. He looked at his hands, unable to believe it.
"Father King..."
The Thor who had once fought across the Nine Realms was now so powerless. He knelt down, his face ashen, as if his life had lost all meaning.
"You don't have to be like this.
It's just that you can't lift a hammer."
Daisy shrugged, unable to understand Thor's thought process.
He was a perfectly good muscular man, but unfortunately, he was crazy.
Suddenly, boom!
The ground shook violently.
"Did another meteorite come?"
As if an earthquake, the surrounding objects swayed. Jane said with slight panic.