The subsequent reactions to the predictions of Thunder God Thor and Loki were exactly the same—Thor truly believed it.
He didn't have a shred of doubt. Such a Thor was all brawn and… well, not much else.
Even pigs, living for a thousand years, can become refined. But Thor's IQ? Nobody knew how it went negative.
A person like him could be tricked for over a thousand years and still show zero improvement.
He didn't take what Leo said to heart at all; it went in one ear and out the other.
Still, he really was that kind of character—a silly, simple-minded one.
At this moment, Thor slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with sorrowful pleading, brows tightly furrowed.
"Can I go home?"
He didn't want to fight for anything. He just wanted to return, pay respects to his father, and apologize for failing to live up to his upbringing.
But would Loki allow it? Of course not.
It was Loki's own scheme—how could he let Thor return and ruin it?
So, Loki's lies flowed even more easily.
"The truce with Jotunheim is based on your banishment."
"That's true, but can't we find another way?"
Thor continued to plead, refusing to be dismissed with a single sentence.
But Loki interrupted before he could finish.
"And Mother forbids your return."
Thor blinked rapidly, filled with sorrow. Did his mother hate him too? He truly felt like a failure. Should he just… die?
Loki spoke again.
"I've come to say goodbye, brother."
"I'm truly sorry."
Loki tried his best to appear sad, which only made Thor feel even more remorseful.
Look at my brother—so understanding! What more could I ask for? Wouldn't it be cruel to ask for more?
And so, Thor spoke. He gave up.
"No! I should be the one to say sorry."
"Thank you for coming here."
Loki raised an eyebrow.
"Farewell."
After saying goodbye with a sad smile, Loki immediately revealed a sly grin as he turned around.
This idiot is too easy to fool!
A little trick, and my brother is done. How could such a man be king? An idiot with no depth!
Before leaving, Loki tested if his small body could lift Mjolnir.
"Uh! Ah!"
Alright, Loki was dejected. He couldn't pull it out. Truly, the God of Mischief had a cunning heart—destined to be a schemer!
"Hahaha, I love making everyone run in circles. I am the God of Mischief!"
Loki shrugged indifferently. Manipulating hearts, controlling everything from behind the scenes—this was his destiny.
S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't confirm Thor's identity for a while, so they temporarily detained him.
He wouldn't talk, and they couldn't torture him for information, right? They weren't in a hurry either, so they just locked him up. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't care.
Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. discovered the whereabouts of Erik, Jane, and Daisy. Several astronomy doctors were also there conducting research.
What a coincidence! A pleasant surprise—they got what they needed.
Requisition! Requisition!
Coulson and Mei Lin Da went in person. People or equipment—shouldn't all be requisitioned?
A large team quickly surrounded the small hotel, scaring the owner.
"What's happening? Early morning, a bunch of men in black suits? Are they filming The Matrix? Or The Godfather?"
The owner grabbed a submachine gun and rushed out, cursing.
"Hey! Who are you? Are you gonna blow up my place?"
"This is private property," he muttered, but Coulson smiled, showing his Agent ID.
The owner froze. A fugitive here? He didn't want to get charged with harboring a criminal, so he yielded.
"303, 304, 305, 306," he said decisively.
Coulson smiled. "Thank you for your cooperation, sir."
Though puzzled why three people booked four rooms, he didn't dwell on it. People could be rich and willful.
"Fitz, get the megaphone."
Fitz pulled out a megaphone made for the market.
Coulson shouted: "Jane, Erik, Daisy. Please come out."
The megaphone's deafening sound woke all the unwilling travelers.
"F*ck!" they cursed, pulling covers over their heads to keep sleeping.
"Who is it? So early—can't a person sleep!" Jane grumbled, squinting and scratching her messy hair as she opened the window.
"F*ck you! Which lunatic is it!" Lao Wan yelled, fiery as ever.
They all saw the sea of men in black suits outside. Was this a movie set?
"Hey! Who are you? What's with all the shouting!" Lao Wan shouted again.
Coulson and the agents were shocked.
"Mag... Magneto?!"
"This… this formidable person, why is he here?!"
"F*ck! This is too unlucky!"
They hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home—why was the number one racist here now?
There was nothing they could do. They had disturbed his rest, and with so many of them, one move could have wiped them out.
Coulson forced a smile. "Mr. Lehnsherr, I'm truly… truly sorry. We didn't realize you were resting here and disturbed you. We are on official business and need to discuss something with them."
Magneto didn't want to argue. Everyone had IDs; why start a fight? S.H.I.E.L.D. was official personnel and deserved respect.
"Oh, what do you want with them?"
"We… we want to borrow some things and ask for a small favor."
Coulson smiled awkwardly. "Borrow away, borrow away."
Lao Wan interjected, "They are friends of my boss, Mr. Leo."
Gah!
Coulson froze.
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