The next day.
Thor, who hadn't believed Yang Bo, woke up in his own bed. Fortunately, Asgard had none of that dubious booze-spiking technology, so he was only a little thirsty when he woke up.
"Ugh..."
Thor looked around but saw no sign of Yang Bo. If not for the Tesseract sitting on the table, he would have wondered whether yesterday had been a dream.
"I... I actually lost a drinking contest to a wizard..."
He found that hard to accept. He hurriedly got to his feet, planning to first deliver the Tesseract to the craftsmen repairing the Bifrost.
Meanwhile, Yang Bo sat on the Bifrost, fishing rod in hand, chatting with Heimdall beside him. He had to admit that Heimdall really did know a lot.
Feeling a tug on his fishing rod, Yang Bo gave it a gentle lift, and an Enchanted Book glowing with magical light flew out of the water.
"Fortune III? Not bad!"
"Heimdall, how long would it take to reach the abandoned planet Morag in an Asgardian spaceship?"
"Morag? I'm sorry, but I don't know where that planet is."
Yang Bo nodded, not particularly surprised that Heimdall didn't know about the planet. Heimdall could see every corner of the Nine Realms, not the entire universe.
"All right, I'll go take a look myself when I get the chance!"
Just as Yang Bo was about to ask Heimdall what other ways there were to travel quickly between Earth and Asgard besides the Bifrost, another rushing sound rang out overhead. Thor came flying over, twirling his hands-er... his hammer. A smile appeared on Yang Bo's face at the sight of him.
Thud.
The moment Thor landed, Yang Bo's teasing voice reached him.
"Well, well~ If it isn't His Highness, Asgard's very own god of booze!"
Yesterday, Thor