The Hand

The actor playing Thor onstage had gotten another size fatter. His armor was a little too large, making his neck look especially short. Who knew where they had found this fat guy? Loki was very pleased with his performance, applauding and cheering nonstop.

"Hey, where's Thor?" Daisy had no choice but to ask Loki.

"...Isn't he on your Earth? Then I don't know. Good! That scene was excellent! Let's do Act Four again!" Loki spared her a sentence amid his busy schedule, then quickly turned his attention back to the stage.

The surrounding Asgardians cheered along as well, making Daisy seem extremely out of place.

For 'unknown' reasons, Svartalfheim had perished entirely, turning the Nine Realms into Eight Realms. After asking Heimdall, Daisy found Thor, who was having the time of his life in the elven realm of Alfheim.

The elven realm was absolutely a land of beautiful scenery and outstanding people. The countless long-lived elves truly lived together happily, 'men with men' and 'women with women,' a sight that made others deeply envious.

Considering how she had been worked like a dog on Earth, Daisy's expression darkened as she looked at Thor and Jane Foster, grinning foolishly with their mouths wide open.

"Thor, it's time to accept your fate." She appeared before them, casting a shadow over the cheerful young couple's hearts at once.

Thor knew his own circumstances well. He understood what Daisy meant. He had originally thought he could put it off for another few hundred years.

Jane Foster still regarded Daisy warily, cautiously considering the hidden meaning behind those words.

Seeing others unhappy makes me happy! With the air of "Thor, you've committed a crime. Come with me," Director Daisy took the pair back to Earth.

The next day, at Avengers Tower, a refreshed Daisy attended