For the Asgardians, Ben didn't hate them, but he didn't like their arrogance either.
At this moment, hearing Hogun's disrespectful words, he immediately retorted, and grabbed the unconscious Thor's head with his large hand, lifting him up as if he were a chick.
It was the first time the Asgardian Warriors had seen Thor in such a sorry state, and they all gathered around.
"Thor!" Sif said, heartbroken, quickly taking Thor from Ben's grasp and holding him in her arms.
After a while, Thor slowly regained some consciousness in her embrace.
"Sif... my friends... why are you here?" His eyes blurred for a moment, thinking it was an illusion, but after a while, he realized it wasn't.
Sif gently caressed his cheek and said, "We're here to take you home."
However, Thor shook his head, enduring his grief, and said.
"I'm not going back. Father died because of me. I am a sinner of Asgard, and I have no face to see my Mother..."
Upon hearing this, the Asgardian Warriors exchanged glances. Clearly, they also realized that Thor had been tricked by his good brother again.
Before they could tell him the truth, Thor continued, "But I still want to ask you to help me stop Loki."
His expression was somber, as if he had matured a great deal. The growth he had experienced over the past sixteen hundred years seemed less significant than what Loki's single deception had taught him.
"I've thought about it... If I hadn't declared war on Jotunheim, perhaps Father wouldn't have died. Now Loki wants to destroy Midgard; he's repeating my mistake!"
Tears welled up in Thor's eyes, his lips trembling. Admitting his mistake was not easy. Even more difficult was that it often came with a heavy price.
Only...
"What are you talking about? The Allfather is alive!"
"What?" Thor suddenly looked up.
And so, the four Asgardian Warriors recounted the events of the recent period to Thor. It turned out that Odin had merely fallen into a deep sleep and was not dead. Loki, after becoming the acting king, had been acting strangely. He frequently visited the Treasure Vault and, concealing his movements, traveled to Jotunheim.
"Heimdall suspects he's colluding with the Frost Giants. We have to stop him."
"That's impossible."
Thor shook his head, a clear foolishness flickering in his eyes.
Although he was angry about Loki deceiving him, he absolutely refused to believe that Loki would collude with the Frost Giants to harm Asgard.
"Don't you see yet? Loki's goal is to kill you and Odin. Only then can he secure his position as the new King of Asgard," Ben couldn't help but say.
Seeing that Captain America couldn't handle the Destroyer for the moment, he planned to pull some of the Asgardian Warriors into the fight with him.
Having watched the movie, Ben naturally knew Loki's plan. He added fuel to the fire, "Perhaps now, the Frost Giant army has already broken into Asgard and is slaughtering their way through the Divine Realm."
Upon hearing this, both Thor and the other four Asgardian Warriors had grim expressions.
Thor still had some doubts; he found it incredibly hard to imagine his brother, with whom he had grown up, doing such a thing.
However, the others' feelings towards Loki were not so good.
"That despicable wretch!" Volstagg, the oldest and strongest of the Three Warriors, angrily slammed his right fist into his left palm.
"I knew he wasn't a good person!"
"Let's go, Thor! We'll defeat the Destroyer, then rush back to Asgard and drag Loki from the Throne!"
A flicker of light flashed in Thor's eyes at this, but it quickly dimmed.
He lowered his head and said self-mockingly, "But I've already lost my Divine Power. I'll only be a burden to you."
Without his Divine Power, he knew he was practically useless.
He first looked at the four warriors, then shifted his gaze to the distant battlefield, where the situation had changed slightly.
A brilliant rainbow descended from the sky, and space was distorted by some powerful force.
The light, like a sharp sword, shot towards Captain America, who was fighting the Destroyer!
*BOOM!*
The powerful force instantly sent Captain America and the Destroyer flying.
From within the radiant light, a tall, thin figure walked out coldly.
"The Bifrost?" Thor exclaimed in surprise.
"Who is it?"
"Besides Loki, who else could it be?" Sif said. "He ordered Heimdall not to activate the Bifrost. Only he could openly come to Midgard."
As Sif had said, the arrival was indeed Loki.
"Loki actually came down himself?"
Ben was somewhat surprised.
The original Loki should have stayed in Asgard to wait for the opportune moment to let the Frost Giants pass. Now, it seemed he hadn't let the Frost Giants into Asgard at all, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to return to Midgard with such peace of mind.
Loki, however, wanted to act according to the plan.
However, seeing the Destroyer's continuous retreat, he knew he couldn't just watch any longer.
Otherwise, let alone conquering Midgard, he feared that the Midgardian wielding the hammer would directly attack Asgard.
Now, he was no longer content with injecting energy into the Destroyer via astral projection. This battle armor, crafted for the Asgardians, wasn't very smooth for him to use.
"I'm far from able to unleash the Destroyer's full power, but I know what weapon suits me best."
He stood up from the throne, releasing Gungnir from his hand. He crossed his arms in front of him, then opened them, and a blue cube appeared in his grasp.
The Casket of Ancient Winters!
This sacred artifact of the Frost Giant race had been stored in Asgard's treasure vault ever since the Frost Giants were defeated by Odin.
But after Loki learned of his origins, he had retrieved it from there.
Originally, he had intended to use the Casket to make a deal with the Frost Giants, luring them into killing Odin. However, in reality, Loki had never planned to hand the weapon over.
Knowing his origins didn't mean Loki intended to return to the embrace of the Frost Giant race. On the contrary, he still viewed those giants as savage beasts and enemies.
They were merely pawns for the God of Mischief to use. Once Odin was dead, it would be time to eliminate them as well. And now, Loki intended to use this treasure beforehand to completely annihilate that Midgardian who wielded the Hammer of Thor!
His gloomy gaze fell upon Captain America, who had been blasted away by the Bifrost's power, and a smile spread across his face.
"Midgardian, why are you alone? Where is the other damned beast?"
However, the next moment, a sharp, crystalline projectile shot out like a cannonball, hitting Loki squarely in the face and leaving a gash.
*THUD!*
Ben descended from the sky, sneering coldly.
"Quite the silver tongue, you Jotunheim bastard."
Captain America, holding the Hammer of Thor, glanced back and forth between the two of them, gasping, "Language."
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