After the brief introductions, the smile on Thor's face faded.
He stood there, looking at the four familiar faces before him—his friends, his comrades, the companions he had fought alongside for centuries. "Friends, I'm truly glad to see you."
Then Thor abruptly changed the subject. "But... you shouldn't have come here."
Volstagg's smile froze. He blinked his small eyes beneath those thick red brows, his expression shifting from excitement to confusion. Fandral also looked at Thor in puzzlement, the easy smile at the corner of his mouth fading somewhat.
"We came to take you back," Fandral said.
Thor shook his head. His expression was calm, though something seemed hidden beneath that calmness.
"You know I can't go back. My father... he died because of me. I have to be exiled forever."
Sif frowned as she looked at Thor, her eyes full of confusion, along with the bewilderment of someone wondering what nonsense he was talking about.
"Thor, your father is still alive."
Thor's face went utterly blank when he heard the news from Sif. Unlike Loki, who lied all the time, Sif would never deceive him. If that was true, then everything Loki had told him last night was probably false.
Thor could tolerate Loki playing harmless little tricks on him. In his eyes, that was merely his mischievous younger brother's way of showing affection.
He could even endure Loki lying that Jotunheim's condition for a truce was his exile, but he had never imagined Loki would dare lie that their father was dead and that their mother would not allow him to return.
Watching Thor's spectacular expression from the side, Lin Hai could not help rolling his eyes.
Just as expected of you, Thor. You really knew far too little about your own father, didn't you? If Odin, the