Thor felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare.
Just before today, he had been the noble Prince of Asgard, on the verge of being crowned the new king.
He should have been basking in the adoration of thousands, receiving their love and cheers.
He should have had countless people lifting him towards the throne, wearing the garlands woven for him by fairies at his coronation feast, drinking the fine wines offered by every warrior celebrating his ascension, and watching them bow before him as their subject.
It should have been like this…
For he was born the Prince of Asgard, destined to be the God who would rule the Nine Realms!
But now, it had all turned to dust.
He had been banished by the Allfather, Odin, stripped of his throne, his divine power, and even his beloved Mjolnir!
Losing his divine power was one thing, but what was even more infuriating was that on this remote, backwater planet, no one had even heard of his name?
These mortals showed him no respect; they wouldn't even call him Thor, the God of Thunder!
"The gods are unjust!"
He thought.
How many great deeds had he accomplished for Asgard over the years?
Yet now, the God King had cast him out, simply because he had declared war on the Frost Giants.
In his eyes, his father had truly grown old.
The God King who once ruled the Nine Realms and conquered the cosmos was no more, replaced by a cowardly old man.
Timid and fearful, he didn't even dare retaliate when the Frost Giants disrupted his coronation ceremony, allowing Asgard to become a laughingstock among the Nine Realms!
Thor was deeply resentful.
He wanted to return to Asgard, to question the Allfather about his decision, to show the Allfather that he was wrong!
Then, he would raise an army to attack Jotunheim, annihilate all the Frost Giants, and restore Asgard's glory!
However, for now, he needed to retrieve his hammer.
Thor walked tirelessly through the wilderness.
But before long, the sun overhead made him feel parched and famished.
Without his divine power, he was no different from an ordinary person.
He felt thirst and hunger, couldn't withstand harsh weather, and would even faint from heatstroke if exposed to the scorching sun for too long.
Fortunately, this situation wouldn't last much longer.
Not long ago, he had learned of Mjolnir's whereabouts in a small town.
Those ignorant Midgardians mistook it for a fallen satellite and even attempted to harness its power.
But Thor wasn't angry.
Because he knew that besides him, no one could lift Mjolnir!
Meanwhile.
Steve and Coulson arrived at the location where the Hammer of Thor had fallen.
After circling around the simple barrier erected with stands, Steve finally saw the alien object.
"It really is a hammer," he said, finding it somewhat absurd.
Before him lay an exquisite, short hammer, its square head buried in the earth, looking quite heavy.
But—
Steve looked around, taking in the size of the impact crater.
"If it were truly so heavy that nothing could lift it, the crater it made would probably be much larger than this," he mused.
"That's what puzzles us too," Coulson replied gently.
Several sophisticated instruments were visible around the hammer.
Steve stepped forward, examining the hammer closely. It had a short handle with a leather strap at the end.
But if this thing were made of actual animal hide, it would have likely been burned to a crisp by the heat during atmospheric entry.
Now, he wondered what kind of person would use such a small hammer in battle.
The moment he saw the Hammer of Thor, Steve had already been contemplating how such a weapon could be used to deliver effective blows.
"Our instruments have confirmed that it emits no radiation harmful to human health," Coulson said.
Seeing Steve's interest in the hammer, he encouraged, "Why don't you try it, Captain?"
Steve nodded at the suggestion.
He had some confidence in his own strength and was indeed curious to see if this hammer was as extraordinary as it seemed.
He reached out and grasped the end of the hammer.
The next moment—
"Zzzt—"
A crackle of electricity suddenly sounded.
Coulson pressed his earpiece. "What is it?"
"Intruder!"
Brock's shout came through the earpiece.
Coulson glanced at Steve. At this moment, Steve had let go of the hammer and was fastening his shield from his back onto his wrist.
Steve was just about to ask where the intruder was when the door of the makeshift base was kicked open.
A burly blonde man barged in, swinging his arms.
He was even taller than Steve, and when he charged forward, he was like a bear!
"Mjolnir!"
Thor's eyes immediately fell on the Hammer of Thor lying on the ground. His face lit up with joy, and he lunged forward as if seeing a loved one.
In this moment, he could already see himself regaining his power, conquering Jotunheim, and being hailed as king by the people of Asgard once more.
"Stop!"
Steve blocked the path between Thor and the hammer.
He warily eyed this strange man who had suddenly appeared. The man wasn't even wearing a shirt, and the muscles on his body were as exquisitely sculpted as if carved.
Only then did Thor notice that there were other people here.
"Get out of the way!"
He glanced at Steve, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.
"Do you know who is standing before you!"
In his opinion, all of Midgard was Asgard's territory, and everyone in Midgard was naturally an Asgardian subject.
And as the Prince of Asgard, he deserved all the courtesy and respect from everyone.
"No matter who you are, I advise you not to mess around."
Steve shielded Coulson behind him, assuming a fighting stance.
This ignited Thor's rage.
Damn Midgardian! Not even bowing to me, and now he wants to attack?
"Very well, Midgardian!"
"You have angered the Prince of Asgard, Thor Odinson!"
"You look like a warrior too?" Thor looked at Steve, sensing that he was different from the others he had just taken down.
"But standing before you now is the most valiant warrior of Asgard!"
"Face the wrath of the God of Thunder!"
With that, Thor lunged at Steve.
Even though he had lost his Divine Power, his warlike nature hadn't changed, nor had his mastery of combat.
He swung a fist fiercely at Steve.
"Crack!"
The world spun.
Thor fell to the ground, dizzy and disoriented. His eyes were numb as he looked at the ceiling of the base, momentarily unsure if he was dreaming.
"Hoo—" Steve let out a breath, his gaze flicking between the shield in his hand and Thor, and said in surprise:
"Such a weak god."
I'm really stuck on this part. Although it's the plot of Thor 1, I also want to write something a little different. Exhausted.
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