Generators, drinking water, food, clothes...
Thor saw an ordinary man hauling these everyday supplies.
Thor hitched a ride on the ordinary man's Moped.
"Thor, put your helmet on properly. I don't want you falling off and cracking your head open!"
"Don't worry, Willy."
Thor secured the cargo in the rear storage box.
Then Thor put on his helmet and climbed onto the Moped's back seat.
Willy was an amusing little old man Thor had met on the road.
They had met a day earlier.
When Willy offered him a ride, Thor had nearly burst into tears.
He had already spent a full day and a half walking through the desert.
He had no food and no drinking water.
Even the people passing by had refused to do him the favor of giving him a lift.
It had left the proud Thor questioning everything.
When had he, a prince of Asgard, ever been treated like this?
"Willy, I don't think we need to buy so much stuff. You know, my father only put up this barrier to test me. Once I pass his test, I'll become Thor!" Thor chattered incessantly into Willy's ear. "You know Thor, right? Surely you've heard of the gods of Asgard? I'm Thor, the God of Thunder!"
"Oh, you're Thor, the God of Thunder!" Willy lifted one hand off the handlebars and waved it around.
The motorcycle wobbled violently several times.
"Buddy, I think you'd better focus on driving," Thor said.
As the motorcycle continued onward.
Thor gradually grew distracted.
He was thinking.
Thinking about how to pass the test, how to pass the King's Trial.
How to become a true king. Once he became one, he could get Odin to remove this barrier.
And give the town's residents some peace.
"Hey, Thor, why do you want