"Deathstroke, take a look at Thor. He seems to have been turned to stone."
After slapping him and kicking him for ages, Loki still couldn't get Thor to recover.
"His time has been stopped." Deathstroke patted his chest. Green light flashed, and he continued smoking. "Luckily, I'm in charge of time here now."
As expected, Thor followed the momentum when he returned to normal and split the sofa apart with his great axe.
Seeing that her brother was fine, Loki started being sarcastic again. Speaking in Green Tea Bitch's tone, she said, "Oh, my foolish brother, who are you angry with? You didn't like the sofa, so you had to chop it up? How imposing of you. You've really made Asgard proud."
But Thor's intelligence made it pointless to beat around the bush with him. He froze for a moment, as if he had only just realized what was happening. His old face reddened, but he immediately seized the opportunity and insisted:
"Yes, I just didn't like this sofa. It deserved to die. That's right, you're absolutely right—for the honor of Asgard!"
The cunning goddess was speechless. She pressed her lips tightly together, as if she hadn't expected Thor to abandon all shame and descend the steps she had given him.
So she could only take a deep breath, as though charging up a devastating move.
But there was no magic here, and for the moment, she had no good way to toy with Thor. She could only wait until they returned. She would definitely make this foolish brother remember it for the rest of his life.
"All right, now that you siblings have reunited, are you planning to spend some time getting affectionate, or are you coming with me?" Deathstroke stubbed out his cigarette and put it away, then