Sif

The underground space fell silent once more.

Only Thor and Loki remained, still standing there stupidly, trying to process everything that had just happened.

No one knew how long passed.

"Brother." Loki spoke with difficulty, uncertainty in his voice.

"Should we believe them?"

Thor did not answer immediately.

He lowered his head and glanced at the can of cola in his hand, no longer cold.

He raised his head again and looked around at this cold, unfamiliar underground world, suffused with oppression.

He recalled the two women from before, effortlessly taking down the mechanical police that had left him helpless.

He also remembered that man, who had pointed out a path that seemed impossible, yet was their only viable option.

Humiliation, fury, unwillingness.

All sorts of emotions churned within his chest.

Yet in the end, they all turned into powerful motivation.

He swore that he would reclaim his strength!

"Believe?" A wild, arrogant smile slowly formed at the corner of Thor's mouth.

"I don't believe anyone, Loki."

"I only believe in the hammer in my hand!"

He suddenly rose to his feet, drained the cola in one gulp, then viciously crushed the empty can into a lump of scrap metal!

"No matter where those people came from, he was right about one thing."

His gaze turned toward the depths of the subway tunnel.

"If we want to take back what belongs to us, we have to take down this world's administrator!"

"Let's go, brother!"

He slung Thor's Hammer over his shoulder and strode forward.

His broad back once again radiated the domineering presence that belonged to Thor, even in this godless world.

"Let's go see our Sif!"

"Then turn this damn world upside down!"

Loki watched his brother, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled.

He froze for a moment before