The Witch and Quicksilver Drawn into Thanos's Camp

Asgard couldn't have gathered thunderclouds for no reason. In Hela's view, there was only one possibility—her good-for-nothing brother.

"Thor!"

"This is Thor!"

"This is Thor's power!"

Inside the prison, out of Hela's last shred of respect for her mother, Frigga's limbs were not bound by chains, a symbol of criminality.

Therefore, when Hela pushed open the prison door, she could naturally see the extremely sudden lightning and thunder in the sky above Asgard.

"It must be that the Grandmaster knew that he was my brother and that his idea of experimenting on him angered him, thus causing him to fully awaken."

Hela closed the door, and the words she uttered made Frigga even more excited. "The Grandmaster? What did you say, Hela?"

Frigga knew what Hela had done on Sakaar, since Hela had told her about it after she returned.

So here's the problem: what if the Grandmaster found out that Thor was her brother...?

"No, Thor will die!"

"You can't do this, Hela! You can't do this!"

Frigga slammed her head against the prison bars, her emotions running high.

"Back when Odin wanted to seal me away, did you plead with him for me, just as you are now pleading for Thor?"

Hela asked, watching with a cold eye.

"Or is it that because I won't die, you only offered some advice, and then, finding it wouldn't work, you didn't do anything more?"

Frigga's pleading voice abruptly stopped.

Hela smiled.

The laughter was cold, yet inexplicably sorrowful.

"Do you know why I didn't kill Thor myself, but instead sent him to Sakaar?"

Hela squatted down in front of the cell, looking with great interest at Frigga was slumped on the ground.

"Because he is not yet worthy of being killed by me."

"He's my brother, he can't be a coward."

"On Sakaar, under the Grandmaster's pressure, if he doesn't change, he will only face death."

"Now, it seems he's made a decent change."

"At the very least, he knows he is not the God of Hammers of Asgard, but Thor."

Hela pointed to the open skylight, where the dark clouds, still crackling with lightning and thunder, had not yet dispersed.

"What exactly do you want, Hela..." Frigga asked, her eyes still glistening with tears as she looked at her daughter, whom she had become completely unfamiliar with since emerging from the seal.

"I want Asgard to rule the universe."

That's all.

Hela smiled and revealed her goal.

Thor was, after all, her brother, and before they officially broke off their relationship, she still harbored some illusions about him.

He fantasizes that he sees Odin's true colors and then, together with her, leads the Asgardian to their peak.

This is why she threw Thor to Sakaar.

The Grandmaster knew what kind of person Odin was in the past, the Grandmaster she wanted to reshape Thor's impression of Odin on Sakaar.

"Impossible." Frigga shook her head, rejecting Hela's dream without a second thought.

Hela alone cannot make Asgard rule the universe.

"Isn't it precisely because it's impossible that we have the motivation to strive?"

"You just can't get past Beckett alone."

"Don't forget, Beckett will eventually take over the throne from Thanos and sit on that throne."

"If you had a conflict back then, what would you have done?" Frigga directly raised the most practical question.

Beckett and Hela represent two opposing forces.

Since Hela wants to rule the universe, then—

"I want to marry him," Hela replied with a smile.

"?!" Frigga looked up abruptly.

"I think that guy's brain has been distorted by Thanos, so I've decided to strike first."

Perhaps because there was no one around, Hela, leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground, poured out her thoughts to her mother Frigga, just as she had done years before.

There was nothing to hide.

"Why?"

Why do you have this thought now?

Frigga was very surprised, extremely surprised.

Hela liked Beckett; she knew it and understood it perfectly.

But what she didn't expect was that Hela was already thinking about marriage.

The speed was so fast that she was caught off guard.

"He held me in the Dark Order." Hela leaned against the cold wall, recalling the feeling at that time.

"Because he thought I was going to die, he was very tough on me."

"But there's one thing I'm concerned about."

Hela's expression suddenly turned cold. "He held me very skillfully."

"So skilled that it seemed like she had hugged other people like this before."

Frigga, inside the prison, was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"We both know Beckett's personality. Under normal circumstances, he would never take the initiative to hug someone, let alone carry them in a princess carry."

Hela's expression gradually turned cold.

Hela knew better than anyone what this meant.

"Beckett's skills are indeed outstanding." Frigga felt it was best not to comment on the matter before understanding the specifics.

"I know that's why I took the initiative."

"By the time that idiot realizes it himself, it will probably be impossible for him in his lifetime."

Hela knew Beckett very well.

Therefore, she felt that some scheming bitch must be plotting against Beckett.

She needs to assert her sovereignty.

Marriage is the best way.

"I will dress up for your wedding day, no matter what happens then, I promise."

Frigga made a promise to her daughter.

This is what she owes Hela, and she will definitely make it up to her.

Even if the person she marries is Beckett.

One thing at a time, Frigga kept it very clear.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stood by Odin's side as the Queen of Queen of the Gods when Odin conquered her homeland Vanaheim.

"You should pray that you don't commit suicide because of some terrible news before then."

Hela curled her lip in disdain, got up, dusted off her hands, pushed open the door, and turned to leave.

"Beckett, where are you? We need to talk."

Outside of Earth, a virtual image of Hela suddenly appeared in front of Beckett, who was sitting on the spaceship.

"Outside Midgard, no time."

Beckett, who had brazenly allowed Woz to hack all the satellites, kept tapping his index finger on the armrest of the center console as he watched Pietro and Wanda lead their first revenge mission on the screen.

"Midgard? What are you doing there again?" Hela frowned, finding it strange.

Odin is already dead, and we can't get the Time Stone, so why are we heading to Earth?

"Watching a show."

Hela was already used to Beckett's concise style.

Earth, USA, Washington.

Having already identified themselves as Thanos and as Beckett's subordinates, Pietro and Wanda appeared outside Tony Stark's villa area with disguised Chitauri elite soldiers.

His eyes burned with the flames of revenge.

Scarlet Witch.

Quicksilver.

This was their codename during their time with Hydra, and now it's their codename in the Dark Order, and under Beckett's command.

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