"Stormbreaker, I missed you so much."
When Thor arrived, he saw Stormbreaker resting beside the table.
He immediately picked up his axe, looking as though he wanted to plant a couple of kisses on it.
Fortunately, his mother was there, so he managed to keep himself somewhat composed.
"Where's John?" Thor asked Stormbreaker.
He knew how intelligent his weapon was. He had no idea what John had used Stormbreaker for, but the axe somehow felt even better now.
Thor even suspected that, had he not come to fetch it, Stormbreaker might never have gone home on its own.
Speaking of John, although the door had opened, he was nowhere to be seen.
Frigga had changed into a different outfit. She was no longer the wife of Asgard's God King.
The Asgardians still treated their queen with the respect she deserved, but Frigga had chosen to embrace this world herself.
She no longer wore the expensive, elaborate gowns she had worn in Asgard, either.
Stormbreaker shifted, and Thor followed the direction it indicated toward the garden.
As soon as he entered, he saw that the garden, once no less beautiful than Asgard's, was now riddled with craters, as though someone had sent a bomber over it.
Deeper in the garden, he saw the still-smoking corpse of an unknown monster.
John was examining the corpse.
Thor hurried over and asked gravely, "An attack?"
"No." John stood and clapped the dirt off his hands. "An experiment."
"What kind of experiment could destroy such a beautiful garden?" Thor relaxed his guard. He had always trusted John's words completely.
John looked at Frigga, who had come with Thor, and greeted her. "Frigga, it's been a long time."
"It's an honor to see you, Wizard King."
Frigga smiled and bowed.
John invited them both into his