After All, It's Just a Hammer

Thor tightened his grip on the hammer in his hand. As a gifted and experienced warrior, he sensed pressure radiating from Hela.

A troublesome opponent, likely even stronger than Urd.

"I don't know whether you're really my sister, but if you are, I think I understand why Father exiled you."

Thor launched into his verbal assault. "I've never seen an heir who kept talking about succession to the throne. Your ambition is plain for all to see. If you became king, it would be a disaster for Asgard."

Since Thor said that, he probably believed Hela was his sister. It was just that the choice of brother-in-law was a little too shocking, so he rejected the cruel truth.

Hela sneered. "Anyone can say pretty things. You say I keep talking about the throne and that I'm consumed by ambition. What about you? Don't tell me you have no interest in the throne at all."

"Uh..."

Thor blinked. "You might not believe this, but I was exiled too. The reason was that I didn't want to be king."

"..." x2

After a brief awkward silence, Hela flew into a rage. "Bastard, are you insulting me?"

"No, I'm serious. I know I'm not cut out to be king."

Thor shook his head repeatedly and said sincerely, "I think Loki is better than me. He's great at handling state affairs, while I only make everything worse."

"And who's that supposed to be? Odin's new son?"

Hela curled her lip disdainfully. "When I was locked away, that old man already had a beard. He's certainly been busy."

"..."

That was not an easy remark to respond to, so Thor stayed silent and pretended not to hear it.

"Bastard boy, stop spacing out and come die!"

Hela crooked a finger. "I don't care whether you