Alvin spent more than ten minutes on the phone cursing out a drunken Thor.
Then he called Loki and finally got the whole story.
By sending the Dwarves to South America as guards, he'd reminded Thor of those crazy games at the "Nidavellir Super Bowl."
Thor wanted to find something to cheer up his bored old man and have a little fun himself in the process.
The Dwarf prince Volstagg, whom Alvin had seen outside the Viking Bar today, had come for that very reason.
Still, Alvin thought there was something wrong with Thor's head. He had no problem with Thor wanting to hold a competition, but dragging students from Alvin's school into it was going too far.
Those boys were among the most physically gifted people on Earth, but compared to Asgard's Berserkers and the Dwarves, whose waists were almost as wide as they were tall, they didn't stand a chance.
Looking at the eager boys, Alvin hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and called Frank...
"Buddy, stop hiding out at school and bring me every one of our toughest guys.
That idiot Thor has landed us in a huge mess..."
"What? Who do we have to kill?
No, no, no. Have Dr. Yinsen get the Behemoth Combat Suits ready, then hurry up and design an exoskeleton suitable for the field. I'll have Ivan build them."
"That's right, a game!
A game against the Dwarves and the Asgardians, just like the one at Nidavellir last time.
Lennox and the others got crushed back then...
This time, we're going to show them what we can do!"
Hearing Frank's bloodthirsty agreement over the phone, Alvin hung up with relief. Then he glared at Harry and said, "Are you guys crazy?
You've only been in college for