His thirst for gossip blazed.
Yang Bo cut off the Communicator immediately, stood up, and beckoned to the bewildered Thor beside him. "Didn't you want Loki? Come on, I'll take you to him."
Thor had no idea what was going on and let Yang Bo take hold of him in confusion.
After saying goodbye to the others present, Yang Bo returned to Little Planet through the Teleportation Stone Tablet.
Lady Loki and Loki were both being "held" here, though no one was guarding them.
Standing outside the door, they could clearly hear a pleasant voice coming from within, except Lady Loki's voice was now full of exasperation and anger.
"Loki, stop looking at me like that. If Yang Bo hadn't told me to keep an eye on you, I'd gouge your eyes out."
Crack... crack...
"Let me make an excuse... I mean, explain."
Loki's voice rang out, interspersed with muffled grunts.
Shock spread across Thor's face when he heard that familiar voice. He was no longer that innocent 1,500-year-old boy. There had been far too much for him to learn on Earth.
"Yang, should we come back another time?"
Yang Bo's eyes gleamed with gossip-hungry curiosity. He stopped himself from knocking and turned to Thor with a knowing grin. "No, this is the perfect time. If we come any later, I'm afraid Loki will get beaten to death."
Hearing that, Thor realized the situation inside wasn't what he'd imagined. Worried that Loki was in danger, he charged forward and smashed the wooden door open.
"Let Loki go! If you've got a problem, take it up with me, Thor..."
But the moment he finished speaking, Thor fell completely silent. Loki was trussed up and dangling from the ceiling, while a woman wearing green battle attire and a horned headdress stood before