Thor's God of Thunder Form

Thor was roughly shoved into a circular room by two guards, and the metal door slammed shut behind him.

He staggered a few steps before steadying himself and scanning the surroundings. It looked like a waiting room, with cold metal walls and more than a dozen strange-looking aliens sitting around. Every one of them was injured, their eyes numb. The air carried a peculiar stench of blood mixed with disinfectant.

Thor ignored their stares. He was furious right now.

He punched the metal wall, producing a dull boom.

"Chu Hang! I know you're here! Come out!" he roared at the ceiling, guessing that Chu Hang was in some private box with that effeminate man called the Grandmaster, watching him make a fool of himself.

There was no response.

That bastard really intended to stand by and do nothing.

A large figure made of stone walked over and patted him on the shoulder, sending a pile of stone chips tumbling down.

"Hey, newcomer," the stone man said gently. "Don't be so loud. You'll scare my friend Miek."

He pointed to a beetle-like creature by his feet.

"My name's Korg, and this is Miek. You look pretty sturdy. Did that drunk woman capture you too?"

Thor couldn't be bothered to answer. His gaze passed over Korg and landed on a woman drinking against the wall at the other end of the room. Long black hair, familiar armor—the armor was worn-out, but he recognized it at a glance.

It was the uniform of Asgard's elite Valkyrie unit.

"It was you." Thor's voice turned cold. He pushed Korg aside and walked toward the woman. "A Valkyrie, a guardian of Asgard, working as a slave trader in a place like this?"

The Valkyrie raised her eyes and looked him over, a mocking curl appearing at