Don't Let Thor Die on Earth-What Am I Supposed to Do If You Leave?

"I know this truth is hard to accept, but that's the reality." Aaron spoke earnestly. "No wonder my Divination was nothing but fog. This involves a god, far beyond the upper limit of my abilities."

Coulson nodded grimly, forcibly calming himself. "If this hammer really is the legendary Mjolnir, then it makes sense that ordinary people can't lift it. But why did you let that... 'Donald Blake' touch it? We don't even know who he is. Just like you back then, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database doesn't have the slightest bit of information on him."

Aaron's mouth twitched. "S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't find me because I was always on the move—either out adventuring or on my way to an adventure. As for 'Donald Blake'... it would be strange if you could find anything on him."

"What do you mean?"

"Today, when I was having coffee in town, I happened to run into Jane Foster and the others. That so-called 'Donald Blake' was there too. I heard him claim with my own ears that he was Thor. Thor, the God of Thunder."

"What?" Coulson froze, muttering in disbelief, "Thor, the God of Thunder? So he's the owner of this hammer?"

"Not only that, he's the biological son of Odin, the king of Asgard." Aaron let out a deep sigh. "Do you understand now why I didn't let your people open fire? Think about it! The son of the Father of Gods, Asgard's eldest prince, and the leading candidate for the throne... If anything happens to him on Earth, I don't know whether Odin would send an army to attack the planet in a fit of rage, but every last one of us would be dead. And to put it bluntly, if sacrificing the lives of a few dozen people like us—or even all of S.H.I.E.L.D.—could calm