Earth, New York.
Skurge was unusually excited to be back on Earth.
He took a deep breath of air laced with car exhaust and hot dog smells, finding it incredibly familiar.
"Alright, the operation begins. Step one: blend into the local environment."
Skurge looked at the flashy Asgardian armor he was wearing and felt it was far too conspicuous.
He walked into a secondhand clothing store and casually tossed down an Asgardian gold coin that was ninety-nine percent pure.
Delighted, the owner personally attended to the strange man with great enthusiasm.
Based on Skurge's temperament, he outfitted him from head to toe.
A dark gray trench coat, a black-and-white floral shirt, and black Martin boots.
Skurge also yanked the black wig right off the owner's head to cover the war markings on his scalp.
"Perfect." Skurge examined himself in the shop window and was extremely satisfied with his new look.
Then he swaggered out of the store.
"Now, to find someone."
According to the vague clue Heimdall had provided before he left, Odin was currently with Homelander, the man hailed as the God of Humanity.
"Find Homelander, and I'll find Odin." Skurge sorted out the logic.
Homelander was the most famous person on Earth. Finding him was far easier than blindly searching the streets for an old man.
"Hey, buddy, let me ask you something."
Skurge casually asked a hot dog vendor by the roadside, "Do you know where I can find Homelander?"
The vendor looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Homelander? Don't you watch the news, buddy?"
"He's the head of Vought. You want to see him? You'll have to go to Vought Tower, or make an appointment at that V.G.D. headquarters out in the suburbs."
The vendor pointed at a skyscraper not far away.
"But