"Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"
Seated upon Asgard's throne, Loki Odinson gritted his teeth as he watched Thor's fearless, defiant expression on the screen.
Loki clenched his teeth and controlled the Destroyer Armor, slowly raising its fist before bringing it crashing down toward Thor's head!
Whoosh!
The howling iron fist came down in a blur. Thor could even smell the scent of blood drifting through the air.
The iron fist rapidly filled his vision, but just as it was about to smash into Thor's head, it abruptly withdrew. One iron finger lightly tapped Thor's chest, sending him flying.
"Forget it, my foolish brother."
Loki's voice came from within the Destroyer Armor. He did not know what he was thinking, sparing the brother he had always wanted to kill.
"You're already a useless cripple now. I don't need to kill an ordinary piece of trash like you to prove myself."
As though finding an excuse for himself, Loki casually made up a lie, then controlled the Destroyer Armor away without looking back.
Thor's body was sent flying backward.
Then he crashed heavily into a pile of dirt, feeling as though he had just had a very long dream.
In that dream, he regained the power of the God of Thunder. Thunderbolt wrapped around his body, and he became Asgard's most respected eldest prince.
He had even found a very beautiful girlfriend in the dream, but she was an Earth woman, and his mother did not approve of the marriage.
Then the scene shifted, and he returned to the days of his childhood, playing together with his brothers and sisters.
If a skilled, experienced doctor had been present, they would have determined that Loki's single finger had sent Thor into a near-death flashback.
He was undoubtedly a mortal now