Odin's Change

"Thor?"

"Thor?"

"Thor!"

Inside the noisy tavern, Thor, lost in thought while savoring a vintage wine from his homeland from two thousand years ago, repeatedly ignored the Rocket's calls. Left with no other option, the Rocket resorted to his ultimate weapon—a slap across Thor's face!

Snap!

The sound was crisp and loud, and the Asgardians around Thor's table all stared at it.

"Um... would you believe me if I said I was flirting with him?"

The fierce gazes of dozens of people instantly made the Rocket, who had wanted to stand up straight and be tough, go limp.

At this time, Asgard was not the peaceful paradise it would become two thousand years later, a land where people had grown accustomed to peace and forgotten war. The fierce and untamed spirit of its people was the key to Odin's ability to lead his soldiers to the throne of the Nine Realms.

"Hey buddy, is this annoying thing your pet?"

Although they didn't recognize Thor, who had been slapped, the obvious Asgardians features on his body made the people in the tavern ready to lend a helping hand.

The kind of help that comes when someone is drunk.

"It?"

"Of course, brother, I admire your taste." Thor, who didn't react to Rocket Raccoon's slap, raised his glass to the drunken guy, tacitly acknowledging that the Rocket was a pet.

"Pet?"

"I?"

Rocket Raccoon, whose character had been defined in just a few words, narrowed his eyes. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, sending chills down the spines of the seasoned Asgardian Warriors, who all cast wary glances at him.

"Hey, sorry buddy, my pet has a bit of a temper. It just came back from the front lines, you know, it's probably still a bit out of sorts." Sensing something was wrong, Thor quickly stood up and pulled Rocket Raccoon to his side.

They had traveled across two thousand years to carry out very important business, and if they caused any trouble here and their father Odin discovered their identities, they would be doomed.

Changing history, especially history from two thousand years ago, could have dire consequences, as God knows.

"Front?"

"You're from the Seventh Army Group under Princess Hela?"

The Asgardian Warriors, who are in the final stages of the War of the Nine Realms, are particularly sensitive to the [front lines].

"Hela... Your Highness?"

"No, I am from the First Army Group Vanguard Assault Team."

"First Army Group Vanguard Assault Team, Thor."

Thor, who knew all about the Asgard military ranks, answered fluently and without any stage fright.

Strictly speaking, he wasn't lying; the team he joined 1,300 years later was the one he was supposed to be in.

"I've only been back for a short time."

"Respect to heroes."

"Respect to heroes."

"Respect..."

Upon hearing the name of the unit, the Asgardian Warriors raised their glasses to Thor.

Every veteran who returns safely from the front lines deserves to be treated this way.

Thor also raised his glass, looking at the smiling faces before him, his heart felt increasingly heavy.

Hero?

Does he deserve it?

Thor tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

"Thor, we should go."

After calming down, Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, but in the end, he jumped off the table, stomped on Thor's foot, and gestured for him to leave.

It shouldn't have agreed to let him come to the tavern.

Rocket Raccoon was filled with regret at that moment.

"Let's go, little bunny."

Thor, swaying as he stood up, took out a few large coins he had specially prepared and wobbled as he stepped out of the tavern.

"A little rabbit? Me?"

The Rocket, who hadn't heard that name in a long time, was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. He gritted his teeth and jumped onto Thor's shoulder, slapping him twice across the face.

Hey, please don't fight in the street!

A person wearing Valkyrie -style armor kindly reminded him, Thor nodded in agreement.

Valkyrie are everywhere...

Thor's gaze involuntarily turned towards the direction of the royal palace.

Soon, all the Valkyrie will die at the hands of his sister... except for her.

"What are you thinking about, Thor?"

"I'm warning you, don't even think about changing history."

Upon returning to their lodgings, the Rocket, seeing Thor still lost in thought while clutching a bottle of liquor, reminded him.

"Your sister and brother-in-law are no pushovers."

"Brother-in-law? I don't acknowledge him." Thor, startled awake, took a few more gulps of wine and murmured softly.

I can't deny my sister's identity because of the blood relation, but I should just forget about Beckett's brother-in-law.

Thor touched his cheek and right arm, as if he could still see the way he used to grimace in pain.

Moreover, the wedding was already in chaos before it even started, and had even been canceled by Odin, the father.

To be honest, Thor had always had a question in his mind.

That is why Odin's attitude suddenly changed.

What exactly happened at this point in time?

This was the most perplexing point in Thor's mind when he met his resentful sister Hela in the future.

"Stop thinking about it, just put this on."

Rocket Raccoon handed Thor the equipment that he had prepared beforehand.

This equipment was developed by Tony Stark and Dr. Banner, ensuring that the two of them would be unaffected during the night of spatial disturbance seven days later, and safely take away the Energy Devouring Beast that was running rampant in Asgard.

Asgard, the royal palace.

Hela, who had been forcibly dragged back by Heimdall with great effort, respectfully bowed to Odin on the throne.

"Father."

Caught in the crossfire, Beckett sat in the VIP seats on the left side of the royal hall, observing coldly. Behind him was TheOther, who was holding Energy Devouring Beast.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"We clearly have the upper hand now, so why should we draft a peace treaty with Jotunheim?"

Hela was extremely puzzled.

She had absolutely no idea what her father was thinking.

Only Jotunheim remains in the Nine Realms, putting up a last-ditch resistance, but that's not a problem at all. Once her strength increases further, she can easily lead her army to sweep through the rest of the world.

But what about now?

Odin, no longer intending to maintain the stalemate, actually took the initiative to draft a so-called peace treaty?

???

Is this still the father she knows?

"Hela, this is an order."

Odin's tone was extremely harsh, so harsh that Hela felt somewhat unfamiliar with him.

"No, Father—"

"Alright, that's all for this matter."

"You don't need to get involved in this matter. Just stay in Asgard for now." Odin's unquestionable tone immediately silenced all of Hela's doubts.

"Beckett, I will have Heimdall send you away." After speaking to his daughter, Odin's tone softened as he faced Beckett.

"I will have a good talk with your father about what happened between you and Hela."

At this moment, Odin was the undisputed overlord, and neither Beckett nor Hela could refute him in the slightest.

Of course, Beckett had no intention of refuting it at all.

He just felt that Odin's behavior was strange.