Walking into the bustling Asgardian bar felt as if Leo had suddenly returned to a medieval Viking tavern.
Everywhere he looked, there were people wearing metal armor and horned helmets, carrying vicious swords, or huge weapons like maces and battle-axes.
They gathered in groups of three or four, and the sound of shattering glasses could be heard every so often.
The people around them showed no surprise at all. They had long since grown accustomed to such sounds.
The staff nearby casually swept the shards aside. When Leo looked over again, there were already three barrels filled with broken glasses.
Leo had visited this bar before. It was also one of Thor and the others' favorite places, so they were probably here this time as well.
Sure enough, as soon as Leo entered, he saw several people seated at the table in the very center. They were all old friends.
Whether on Earth or in Asgard, he had seen the Warriors Three and the goddess Sif several times.
Still, Sif sitting with four other burly men looked somewhat awkward. She clearly did not particularly enjoy drinking, yet she kept a glass in her hand.
Leo smiled at the sight and walked over.
Although Leo's build and style were vastly different from those of the surrounding Asgardians,
when the people around saw this unique young man, they could not help showing friendly smiles.
Even those who did not know him knew the boy's story. As a Midgardian, he had saved Queen Frigga and helped Asgard defeat the powerful Dark Elves of the invading Warrior Tribe.
Thus, almost all Asgardians felt favorably toward Leo, and quite a few even raised their glasses high.
"Hey, friend from Midgard, here's to you!!"
At a nearby round table, a tall Asgardian warrior in sharp armor