Back on the Helicarrier's bridge, the Ultimates and Nick Fury were already waiting. Before either side could exchange any friendly pleasantries, the drunken God of Thunder's eyes lit up and he sprang forward.
"Loki! Is that you? My brother! You turned into a woman again?!"
As he spoke, he excitedly moved to hug Loki. Perhaps because he had been brawling fiercely with Ultron robots earlier, the armor on his chest still bore traces of vomit.
"I don't know you. I'm Sif from Earth-40K." This Thor was not his brother, and Loki felt no fondness for him whatsoever. He merely regarded him as an ordinary drunken Asgardian.
Asgard on Earth-1610 had also fallen into the United States. The difference was that Odin and Loki had died there.
After Thor inherited the throne, all he did every day was drink and fight with his many friends in the Hall of Heroes. Once they had had their fun, they would go out and raid civilians. That was Asgard's glorious tradition.
".You're trying to fool me again! You're Loki, I know you!" Thor spat to the side and strode toward Loki, seemingly intending to drag him away for a private talk.
But Deathstroke shifted sideways and stood between them. "God of Thunder, this Loki is with me. He has nothing to do with you."
"Get lost, hic! Mortal!" Thor was shoved back by Deathstroke's shoulder and involuntarily let out a belch. He snatched Mjolnir from his waist and prepared to smash Su Ming with it.
That was his style. His fists always moved faster than his brain.
Still, Deathstroke rather liked people like that. So simple and honest.
Thus, the Sorcerer Supreme's Godslayer shifted from its lightsaber form into Gungnir. With a casual swing, Thor was sent flying out of the Helicarrier's bridge, leaving