"Thor!"
Everyone in the laboratory was startled.
Light flared from Tony Stark's palms as he aimed at the figure that had suddenly crashed in. He froze for a moment before realizing that Thor had been blasted through the wall and sent flying into the laboratory's far wall.
Stephen Strange brought his hands together, then pulled them apart. Golden spell circles appeared around both hands as he prepared to defend himself, only to realize it was Thor.
Odin remained solemn and immovable.
The Asgardians in the laboratory hurriedly retreated to one side, watching in terror as their prince suddenly came crashing through the wall.
Thor fell from the wall he had smashed into, leaving behind a huge spiderweb of cracks. Half-kneeling on the floor, his golden hair was disheveled, and his resolute face was twisted with pain and fury. He panted heavily. The chest of his black armor was dented and damaged, while his grip around Mjolnir was so tight that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Gritting his teeth, he raised his head and glared furiously through the hole he had made in the laboratory wall at the Curse Warrior outside.
Tony Stark glanced over and saw a towering, broad figure radiating an intense oppressive presence. The armor covered in vicious spikes had fused with flesh and blood. His eyes were merciless and savage, and he exhaled heavily like a raging bull as he stomped toward the hole Thor had made, his body as overbearing as a mountain peak.
Algrim, the Dark Elves' Curse Warrior, was the capable right-hand man of Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves. In ancient times, he had been defeated by Asgardian Warriors led by Bor under Odin. When the nine realms aligned and the celestial bodies converged, he and Malekith were awakened