Just as the story had said, at that moment, Thor lost control of Mjolnir, along with his father's love for him—or so he believed.
Regret, confusion, defiance, and countless other emotions surged through him. The son of Odin, who had always had everything go his way and carried himself with such grandeur, could not help letting out a wronged roar at the sky before collapsing dejectedly onto the ground.
"...All right."
After a pause, sensing that this farce had run its course, Coulson looked at Aeo again. Compared to that hulking brute who had appeared out of nowhere, S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly placed greater importance on the young man.
"Can you tell us what's going on now?"
Looking at the dejected Thor, countless thoughts flashed through Aeo's mind, but none showed on his face. He merely said calmly, "What if I told you he's the owner of this hammer? Would you believe me?"
"What?!"
Sure enough, both Coulson and Silvert, who was hiding behind him, changed expressions.
Hawkeye frowned slightly, his gaze scrutinizing Thor, who had fallen to the ground.
"Is that true?" Coulson asked nervously. "He's an alien too?"
Aeo shook his head and walked toward Thor, who was grieving like a child. He left Coulson and the others with only one sentence: "The universe is vast, Agent Coulson. If there can be an alien like me, why can't there be another visitor from beyond the stars?" It left them utterly stunned.
Stopping before Thor, Aeo comforted him. "Thor, I don't think you need to be so sad."
His eyes drifted to the plain, lightless Asgardian artifact, forged from some unknown metal, and he said thoughtfully, "Since Odin threw Mjolnir down to the mortal realm, he must still have tremendous expectations for you!"
He looked at Thor and frowned. "What you