"My men have all undergone professional training, but in front of you, they turned into nothing but clowns... It's very frustrating."
Looking at the handsome man sitting before him in a daze,
Agent Coulson tried to interrogate him for the information he wanted through a heart-to-heart conversation.
In Coulson's experience, only people who had undergone specialized systematic training could possess such skills.
He wanted to know exactly which force this mysterious man belonged to.
Chechen?
Or Afghanistan?
But judging by this man's behavior, Agent Coulson was more inclined to believe that Thor was a mercenary.
Who was his employer?
South Africa, or somewhere else?
"Who are you?"
Agent Coulson finally asked a question Thor could understand.
But Thor clearly had no desire to chat with a man right now. He stared straight at Coulson without saying a word, even after Coulson was called away by a phone call.
"It doesn't matter if you won't talk. We'll find out... That's what we do..."
The scene shifted, and Loki, dressed in a dark green trench coat, appeared before Thor, instantly lifting Thor's spirits.
"I need you to tell Father..."
"Father is already dead..."
Thor had wanted Loki to pass a message to Odin, but Loki's low voice delivered news Thor could not believe.
"What?"
Thor stared blankly at Loki, frozen where he stood.
"You were banished from the Heavenly Realm, and war is about to break out. It was more than he could bear..."
Loki lied through his teeth.
Odin had merely fallen into a deep sleep, not died, but Loki wanted to prove to Thor that his succession to the throne was justified.
He put on an affected, self-excusing act, claiming he had spoken up for Thor before Odin.
But Thor could no longer lift Mjolnir, so Loki had no choice