As everyone knew, Thor had never been a patient man, much less someone who carefully thought things through and devised meticulous plans.
Quite the opposite, he was the kind of madman who would charge at an enemy and fight to the death at the slightest disagreement, never taking half a step back even when he knew he was outmatched.
If he had to be described in one sentence, it would be: If you can fight, don't waste time talking.
So, after successfully persuading Bruce Banner and Valkyrie, he immediately borrowed a spaceship from Loki, passed through a massive wormhole, and set off for Asgard.
Thor's goal was simple: defeat his domineering sister Hela and drag her down from the throne.
As for whether he himself would become Asgard's new king, he did not care in the slightest.
Or rather, he had no interest or desire for power whatsoever.
Meanwhile, as Thor embarked on his journey home, Frigga stood atop the highest point of the palace in distant Asgard, her brows tightly furrowed as she watched the armies Hela had gathered in the king's name. With concern written across her face, she asked, "Are you sure she really won't start a war?"
"Of course! Thanos has already obtained the Infinity Gauntlet and the Power Stone. As long as she isn't a fool, she'll understand what that means. So rather than preparing to start a war, these actions are more likely preparations for a war that may be coming." Allen shrugged indifferently.
He had always been cold toward this calculating "Queen Mother," who was deeply wary of him.
If not for Odin's sake, he would not have communicated with her in any form.
Frigga was clearly well aware of this, so she did not mind Allen's nearly rude attitude. Narrowing her eyes,