In the Interrogation Room.
Thor sat on a chair, while Steve and Coulson stared at him sternly.
"His combat skills are excellent, he can't be an ordinary person," Coulson said.
Then, spreading his legs, he looked at Thor, "Speak, who sent you?"
"You took down all the patrolling special forces members by yourself. You must have received specialized training, but your methods aren't like a secret agent's, more like a mercenary's," Coulson analyzed.
It was precisely because he thought Thor was a mercenary that he tried to use words to extract information.
But Thor just lowered his head, as if shattered, and remained silent.
As the Crown Prince of Asgard, the God of Thunder, the most valiant warrior of the Divine Realm, he had lost to an Earthling.
Was this merely a disgrace?
It was an utter disgrace!
Especially after the other party had defeated him and then said, "Such a weak god," which had completely sent Thor into a funk.
Steve had no idea what he was thinking.
Adopting a cautious approach, although he didn't quite believe what Thor had said, he still regarded the other party as a significant threat.
Moreover, having experienced the baptism of monsters in Manhattan, Captain America dared not underestimate the current world.
Who knew if what this big guy in front of him was saying was true?
Thor, on the other hand, was much more careless.
He already didn't think much of Earthlings.
Furthermore, although he had lost his Divine Power, whether it was in the small town earlier or just now against those fully armed special forces, he could defeat them with his ordinary human physique.
This greatly boosted Thor's confidence.
In his eyes, these Earthlings were nothing special, weak and powerless, not worthy of being called warriors.
But he didn't know that the person standing before him was Captain America, a man who could go toe-to-toe with Thanos.
Thus, in his carelessness, he was struck directly on the head by Captain America's shield and knocked down.
"Sir,"
A special forces soldier with a small bruise on his face walked in. He glared fiercely at Thor, then said to Coulson, "We couldn't find any information on this person."
Upon hearing this, Coulson nodded, signaling the soldier to withdraw.
"Who exactly are you?"
He took a step closer to Thor, trying to use the serious atmosphere to force Thor to speak.
But Thor showed a mocking expression.
"Get out of my way!"
"You're not worthy of speaking to me!"
In contrast, his expression towards Steve was much more relaxed.
"You're barely qualified."
Although he had lost to Captain America, Thor wasn't entirely convinced.
He felt that Captain America's victory was not honorable.
After all, he had lost his Divine Power and was far from his peak condition. However, even so, Steve was much better than other Earthlings.
Coulson wasn't angry at this. He didn't care if he was looked down upon or not; that wasn't important. What was important was that Thor finally showed a willingness to communicate.
He took a step back.
"Captain, I'm leaving this to you."
Steve nodded and began to re-examine Thor.
"You say you're a god..."
Before he could finish speaking, Thor blurted everything out.
"I am Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard! The future Lord of the Nine Realms! The God of Thunder! All of you Earthlings are my subjects!"
In Thor's opinion, this information wasn't particularly useful. Rather, it was strange that Earthlings didn't even know these things.
Coulson rubbed his forehead.
He almost wanted to send Thor to a mental hospital.
However, Steve went along with his words, having keenly sensed that Thor actually looked down on Earth.
"Since you are the God of Thunder, what is your purpose for coming to Earth?"
"Do you think I wanted to come to this barbaric place?" Thor retorted, his voice sounding almost wronged. "If it weren't for the Allfather banishing me, I wouldn't have wanted to come to Midgard!"
"This planet is primitive and remote, and the races living on Earth are weak and incompetent, with not a single one capable of fighting!"
"Sorry, do you need me to remind you? Just over ten minutes ago, you were taken down by Captain with one move," Coulson said immediately.
The embarrassing scene brought up, Thor also felt a bit disgraced.
But his arrogance and dignity as a god did not allow him to be looked down upon by mortals.
"Mortal, you are indeed a good warrior, but you didn't truly defeat me. It was only because my divine power was stripped away by the Allfather Odin that you had an opportunity!"
Thus, Thor, the reckless fool with no foresight, recounted the entire story of his divine power being sealed, from beginning to end, leaving Coulson full of questions.
Honestly, Coulson wasn't unfamiliar with aliens, but what Thor described sounded more like a myth.
"Do you dare let me retrieve Mjolnir and then have a fair and square rematch?"
Thor shouted at the top of his lungs.
In his opinion, as long as he could get the Hammer of Thor back, all problems would be solved.
These Midgardians would witness the might of the God of Thunder, and he could return to Asgard to denounce the Allfather's absurd decision.
As for Odin's inscription left on Mjolnir before exiling him, he hadn't really taken it to heart.
Come on, he was the God of Thunder!
Would he not be worthy of lifting the Hammer of Thor?
Not to mention, Mjolnir had fought alongside him for many years. It was more intimate than lovers; how could it not recognize him?
"So you're saying that anyone who is worthy can lift the Hammer of Thor and gain Thor's power?"
Coulson's tone shifted slightly, with a hint of strangeness mixed in.
He tilted his head, his gaze falling on Steve.
If he remembered correctly, just now...
"Captain?"
Steve first looked at him, then lowered his head to look at his palm, and then his gaze passed through the interrogation room door, looking in the direction of the Hammer of Thor.
Thus, Steve subconsciously walked towards the Hammer of Thor. Seeing this, Coulson, unable to mind Thor, quickly followed.
"What do you guys mean by this?"
Thor also noticed the strange expressions on Coulson and Steve's faces, but he shook his head repeatedly, his blond hair flying, finding it ridiculous.
"You don't actually think you can lift Mjolnir, do you?"
He walked with them but didn't stop Steve's actions, which he considered absurd.
Why stop him?
He knew those mortals couldn't lift the Hammer of Thor. It wouldn't be bad to let these self-righteous people be frustrated. This way, when he lifted the Hammer of Thor, he could naturally prove how noble his identity was!
So he watched as Steve approached Mjolnir and, as he reached for the handle, let out a disdainful laugh.
"This is impossible, mortal!"
"Only I can lift the Hammer of Thor! Only I am worthy! Because I am Thor Odinson—this is impossible!"
His words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
He saw Steve, after grabbing the Hammer of Thor, lift the hammer with hardly any effort.
"Mjolnir?!"
Seeing this, Thor was utterly devastated.
His entire face fell, as if a husband who had worked hard all day returned home only to find his beloved wife naked and entangled with another wild man...
Lifting the Hammer of Thor in front of Thor?
Wasn't this a form of cuckolding?
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