Malekith was finding the situation before him increasingly impossible to read. Everything happening now was wildly different from the script he had envisioned!
From the very beginning, he had decided that Odin was the final enemy of his destiny. Yet after obtaining the Aether and arriving at the battleground, while waiting for Odin to appear and begin their fated battle, the one standing before him was still Thor—the man he had considered fit only to be an appetizer. Malekith was deeply displeased. Why was this damned extra forcing himself into more scenes?
However, ever since acquiring faith, Malekith's mind had been working especially quickly. He believed that whatever existed had its reason. Since Thor had appeared before him again here and now, it could only mean it was the will of God.
Perhaps that great being thought the battle between appetizer Thor and the Curse Warrior had not been satisfying enough. Or perhaps... Odin was getting old and his combat power had declined, so a duel with him might not be entertaining enough. Thus, Thor, vigorous and quite capable, had been sent to serve as his final foe.
But no matter which it was, since it was God's will, he had to take it seriously. Yet just as Malekith was about to strike a pose, make his entrance, and deliver some suitably grand words, humanity unleashed indiscriminate artillery fire across the area.
Fortunately, Malekith used the Aether to protect himself at the critical moment. Otherwise, he would have been reduced to dust. When he crawled out from beneath the rubble, he found that Thor had already been knocked unconscious by the bombardment. He had nearly slapped his thigh and laughed. I told you he was an extra. I haven't even tried, and you're already down!
Moreover, he saw that Sif