Laufey would certainly not miss this opportunity, and he was willing to give it to him.
But now,
He needed to deal with other troubles first.
"Hmph, even if you are a God of Man, you are only a god of the mortal realm, and I am the Lord of the Nine Realms!"
"Forget it, seeing as Midgard is poor and pathetic, I'll be merciful and bestow some things upon you!"
Loki mentally prepared himself, then obediently ran to the Asgardian treasury.
Looking at the treasures, each with a glorious history, Loki deliberated for a long time, finally settling on two items.
"These two, it should be fine to take them, right?"
Chapter 60: I'll count to three, hand them over or not!
"Hey, Aaron!"
"Haha, come and see my companions!"
Aaron had just left the hotel when
He heard Thor's familiar booming voice.
Aaron looked over and saw three men and one woman behind Thor, dressed in armor similar to ancient Vikings.
Seeing that Thor had specifically brought them here, the group couldn't help but exchange glances.
"He should just be a Midgardian, right?"
Fandral, the master swordsman, asked doubtfully.
Thor was a true warrior, and ordinary Asgardians weren't even qualified to meet him, let alone have him be so friendly.
What magic did this man possess?
Sif's eyes sparkled, "But he's handsome, very handsome!"
Fandral subconsciously touched his face, "A little less than me."
"Fandral, when did you become so thick-skinned? Perhaps you could look in that mirror over there."
Sif glanced at him, pointing to the reflective glass of the nearby restaurant.
Fandral rolled his eyes, "Those noble ladies and madams have keen eyes."
"Hmph!" Sif tossed her head, no longer bothering with him.
Volstagg looked at Aaron's thick muscles, "At least in Midgard, he's definitely considered a warrior!"
Thor laughed heartily at that, "Stop guessing, all of you."
"This is Aaron, he's no ordinary Midgardian. He is the God of Storms of Midgard, the God of Man, a member of the Celestials, and the Lord of the Crystal Palace Pantheon!"
"He is a powerful divine warrior!"
Hearing this, the Warriors Three and Sif secretly clicked their tongues.
These titles all sounded quite impressive.
Even if they hadn't heard of some of them,
The God of Storms and the Celestials were household names!
Thor, after all, was the God of Storms of Asgard!
And the Celestials were nobles among gods!
"Aaron, allow me to introduce Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, my friends!"
"They are all true warriors, who have fought alongside me in the Nine Realms, always victorious!"
With that, Thor winked at Aaron, "Don't let Sif being a woman fool you, she has become the kingdom's most valiant and skilled warrior!"
"Hello, God of Man, you are very handsome!"
Sif generously extended her hand, "I heard this is your Midgardian custom? I think we can do as the locals do."
Had it been anyone else, Sif naturally wouldn't have offered her hand.
Asgard had no such custom.
And she disdained to get chummy with ordinary people.
But Aaron was different; he was also a god, perhaps even the King of Midgard, and very handsome!
Sif didn't mind getting to know a fellow god.
Although she didn't know Aaron's true strength, seeing Thor's enthusiasm, he certainly wouldn't be weak.
A friend recognized by Thor was their friend, and with Thor's judgment, he would definitely not be wrong.
Aaron shook her hand, "Lady Sif, you are also very beautiful. Forgive my presumption, are you married?"
Sif didn't feel awkward at his question, instead, she said boldly, "My destiny is the battlefield, unless my opponent is even stronger than me!"
The other Warriors Three laughed heartily.
Thor suddenly spoke, "Then Sif, you should consider carefully, Aaron is very powerful, much stronger than you!"
Sif was stunned, and she looked at Aaron a few more times, seemingly observing his strengths beyond just being handsome.
The Warriors Three, however, stopped their snickering.
They looked at Thor, somewhat bewildered.
They vaguely knew of Frigga's intention to have Sif marry Thor and become the new All-Mother.
Are you serious?
Thor, of course, didn't know their thoughts. He had no interest in Sif, only seeing her as a friend, a good buddy.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have met and started a relationship with Jane Foster within a day or two of coming to Earth.
Now, Thor was simply following what he had said before, introducing Aaron to powerful Asgardian women.
At least, Sif was strong enough to withstand the grace of a powerful being.
As for Midgardian women?
Forget it, just look, if they were truly together, they wouldn't be any sturdier than paper dolls.
"Let me tell you, Aaron helped me a lot. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten my hammer back so easily, or regained my power."
Thor said, proudly spreading his hands as if grasping something.
In an instant,
Accompanied by a piercing whoosh, two hammers, one gold and one silver, obediently flew into Thor's hands.
"Look, Aaron gave these to me!"
"Oh my god, two Mjolnirs!"
Sif and the others stared in disbelief, looking at Aaron with confusion, even doubting their understanding of the gods. "How did you do that?"
Aaron hadn't spoken yet when Thor quickly added:
"Aaron is also a river god! He instantly pulled three Mjolnirs from the water, and I knew at a glance that these two were my Mjolnirs!"
Thor skillfully wielded the small hammers, which gleamed under the sunlight.
The familiar lightning flashed, proving that these two hammers also possessed the power of thunder.
"Thor, I warned you, you must choose carefully."
Aaron reminded him again, "This is your choice, these are the hammers you value."
Thor raised his hammers, "Don't worry, they're both great! I can feel their intense love for me!"
As the sunlight hit them, Thor squinted, feeling something was slightly off.
The hammers... seemed a bit smaller, a bit flatter?
No, it must be an illusion!
They were both perfect.
"Did you use a doppelganger spell? To split the hammer into three? And they're still corporeal... This method, even the All-Father couldn't achieve."
Sif exclaimed.
In their eyes, Odin was invincible, the strongest in the Nine Realms.
But Odin indeed couldn't conjure more Mjolnirs.
Each powerful artifact had to undergo extensive design, then be personally forged by the Dwarf King over a long period, and then personally enchanted by Odin, before a similar royal weapon could be created.
"You can understand it as... matter reorganization?"
"As long as you can understand the magic on it, creating a Mjolnir isn't difficult."
Aaron explained simply.
That's what he said, but no one thought it was easy.
Just matter reorganization alone was a power unimaginable to ordinary people, even gods.
They were awestruck by the tip of the iceberg Aaron casually revealed, increasingly convinced that Aaron was indeed worthy of Thor's high praise.
"You must be a great sorcerer!"
Hogun said earnestly.
Although Fandral couldn't accept the fact that Aaron was more handsome than him, he largely agreed with Hogun's words.
"At least much more powerful than Loki, who calls himself the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms!"
"I still can't accept that he became the acting All-Father, Thor, you must go back immediately!"
"The All-Father is still in his slumber. If you return, you will undoubtedly be crowned the new king by everyone, instead of letting that scoundrel Loki strut around!"
Fandral had no fondness for Loki.
They wanted Loki to pardon Thor's crimes, but he insisted that as he had just taken office, his first command could not contradict his father's, and he firmly rejected their request.
"That scoundrel Loki is simply worried that Thor's return will threaten his throne!"
Hogun fumed.
"Isn't the All-Father dead?"
"Dead? No! He's just in the Odinsleep, needing to slumber for a while..."
Fandral hadn't finished speaking when a familiar fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.
Aaron looked up at the sky,
He saw a golden light, piercing through the endless universe, coming from an unknown place.
"You have 'friends' coming down again."
"Friends? Is it Heimdall?"
Thor was puzzled. His best friends in Asgard were Sif and the Warriors Three.
Loki counted too, but not anymore.
Besides them, who else would dare to defy the odds, even risking being branded a traitor, to see him, the exiled?
"It's a person wearing full armor, with golden light in their eyes, filled with destructive aura."
Aaron's eyes pierced through the golden light, seeing the figure.
"My goodness, you can see what he looks like so quickly? That's the light of the Bifrost!"
Sif was utterly amazed.
"Are you also the Heimdall of Midgard?"
Volstagg added, "Or perhaps the guardian god of Midgard?"
Aaron pondered, "If you truly wish to think that, then you can consider me... a collection of everything."
Sif thought for a moment, "An omnipotent god?"