A group of people chatted in the RV, while Thor sat alone in a room with a complicated expression, looking at Mjolnir, which Yang Bo had placed on the floor nearby.
He picked up the glass of beer in front of him and gulped it down.
Just then, a figure appeared before him. It was his younger brother, Loki. Seeing Loki in a sharp suit, Thor set his glass on the table with a thud.
"You're here, Loki!"
Loki froze for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Yes, I had to come see you!"
Thor glanced at Loki and asked, "What happened? Tell me, is something wrong in Asgard?"
"Father is dead!"
Thor's expression froze, and the last shred of hope in his heart vanished. This was exactly what Yang Bo had told him. A look of pity crept into his eyes.
Loki pretended to be struggling to contain his grief, but inwardly, he was a little rattled.
This isn't how this was supposed to go. Why is Thor looking at me like that after hearing that Father died???
But since he had already started, he could only keep going.
"Your banishment and the threat of another war were too much for him to bear."
"Don't blame yourself. I know you loved him! I tried to reason with him too, but he wouldn't listen."
The pity in Thor's eyes deepened, nearly making Loki lose his composure on the spot.
"Knowing you can't lift Mjolnir and still placing it right in front of you... it's far too cruel."
"And now the throne rests on my shoulders."
Loki paused, waiting for Thor to respond, but Thor stood up, walked over, and wrapped both arms around him.
"My brother, Asgard is in your hands now. I'll atone for everything I've done."
With that, he