Tied Up, Out in the Wild, Tamed... Caught in the Act by Her Husband

The next day, early morning.

A ray of sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the pure white hospital room. The fresh air was filled with a delightful floral fragrance.

Thor slowly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat dazed, as if he hadn't yet woken from a dream. His sky-blue eyes were filled with confusion. He stiffly turned his neck, and when he turned his head—he saw a "strange person" lying on the next bed, wrapped up like a mummy.

The strange man also woke up, but he was wrapped tightly in bandages, and his mouth was also covered. He could only stare at him with bloodshot eyes, like a vengeful spirit.

"Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah!"

"You need help?" Thor blinked, trying hard to think, but still couldn't figure out what this guy wanted.

But Thor quickly guessed the guy's intention and helped remove the bandage from his mouth.

"Thor, I am Heimdall!"

Upon hearing those words, the familiar voice almost brought tears to Thor's eyes. "Heimdall? Is it really you? Heimdall!"

He hurriedly removed more bandages and discovered that the person wrapped inside was indeed Heimdall, but—his skin was badly burned over a large area, making it look even blacker, like charred coal, and emitting an indescribable stench. Thor couldn't help but frown. "Wow, Heimdall, the smell you have—it's ten times worse than a troll's!"

Heimdall was a little embarrassed. After being roasted by the fire, he was wrapped in bandages all night, and he was practically fermenting. How could he not smell bad?

"Thor, listen to me!" He quickly changed the subject. "Your Thor's Hammer, Thor's hammer, was stolen by a mortal—"

"Mortal?"

Thor's first reaction upon hearing this was that Heimdall had lost his mind; how could his "Mjolnir" be stolen by a mortal?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Thor shook his head with absolute certainty, saying, "Mjolnir couldn't have been taken by a mortal. Heimdall, I think you must be too badly injured; you're not quite thinking straight."

Heimdall's lips twitched as he looked at Thor's arrogant demeanor and said helplessly, "Thor, I'm not lying to you. I was injured so badly because of that guy—"

Although it's a little embarrassing to say it out loud,

He, the mighty guardian of the Bifrost in Asgard, was beaten half to death by a mere mortal. But to convince Thor, that arrogant fellow, that there was no other way, was that...

Only then did Thor look at Heimdall, who was nearly burned to a crisp, with a skeptical gaze:

What you said—is it all true? You're not lying to me?

"I swear by Asgard, everything I said is true, I haven't lied to you a single word!" Heimdall was both amused and exasperated, and had no choice but to swear an oath to prove himself.

"No, no, no, no—impossible!" Thor's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained unconvinced, shaking his head vigorously. "Mjolnir has only one master, and that is me, Thor. It would never betray me!"

Heimdall was utterly speechless. He had sworn an oath in Asgard, but Thor still didn't believe him.

For a few seconds, he seemed to understand why the God King had banished Thor to Midgard; he probably couldn't stand Thor's arrogant and conceited nature.

"Enough of this, Heimdall!" Thor jumped out of bed, stretched his limbs, and said arrogantly, "Take me back now, I need to see my Father King!"

"..."

Mentioning "go back," Heimdall's bitterness seemed to deepen, and he appeared utterly listless, saying, "I can't go back, Thor —my sword was taken by that guy too!"

That guy is a complete thug!

He had never seen such an arrogant and unreasonable person before. They actually stripped him naked and threw him into the hospital. Not only was his armor gone, but even the divine sword that the King of Gods had given him to control the "Bifrost" had disappeared!

Without the sword, he could no longer control the Bifrost. Forget about taking Thor back; now—he himself couldn't even go back!

".--What did you say?" Just a second ago, Thor was still excitedly imagining what it would be like to go back...

He immediately deflated like a wilted eggplant, staring wide-eyed at Heimdall with a stiff smile, "I... I know, Father King must still be angry and made you lie to me on purpose, right?"

"Thor, believe it or not, it's the truth." Heimdall sighed, as if humiliated, and said with grief and indignation, "That bastard not only beat me half to death, but also took my armor and divine sword..."

They even stole the clothes inside!

Thor was having a hard time accepting it. He plopped down on the bed and stared blankly at Heimdall: "You—your sword has been taken away, and we can't go back?"

"Yes."

Heimdall nodded, his teeth practically grinding to dust. "Damn bastard—" "You're going to take it, fine, but why did you rip off my clothes?"

You're even trying to steal a single piece of fabric?

Frustrated, Heimdall turned to look at Thor, who seemed overcome with grief and whose eyes were empty. A pang of pity struck him, and he offered words of comfort, "Thor, it's alright. I believe that if we work together, we can definitely take my sword back from him!"

"That's right, you're right, Heimdall!" Thor, a natural optimist, immediately regained his courage, his eyes practically blazing with fire. "We can't give up, let's go—we'll go get it back!"

The two men, dressed in hospital gowns, escaped from the hospital and swaggered into the town.

Search everywhere for that damned robber!

However, they couldn't find it by noon.

Thor was starving, so he dragged Heimdall to a restaurant that smelled delicious food, plopped down, and yelled, "Hey, hurry up and bring out your best food!"

Heimdall hesitated, though he wasn't Thor. He knew that you had to pay for meals on Earth—but he was starving and badly injured. After a few seconds of hesitation, he decided to make it up to him later when he regained his divine power!

The two of them worked diligently, like starving ghosts reincarnated, leaving the owner and the surrounding diners completely dumbfounded. That was a portion for ten people!

After a satisfying meal, Thor wiped his mouth, downed his drink in one gulp, and thought it tasted quite good.

Just as he was about to smash the glass and have another, he suddenly saw a handsome young man outside the restaurant, with a rope tied behind him, and at the end of the rope was—his beloved "hammer"!

"Mjolnir!!!"

Thor was heartbroken; that was his most beloved hammer, practically his first love!

However, now he's like a "dog," being led by a leash and dragged along the road. This scene...

In Thor's eyes, it was almost like a tourist attraction from some island nation.

How should I put it...?... The husband is currently committing a crime?

"My hammer--."

Thor's eyes blazed with fury, bloodshot veins, like a raging lion, as he smashed through the restaurant's glass.

He roared as he charged at the man, "You damn bastard, let go of my hammer!!!"