In the bar.
Deafening music blared throughout.
In the dance floor, red and blue lights flashed continuously.
The blows landed on the young men and women writhing in pain, pushing the atmosphere to one climax after another.
Thor was dancing in the middle of the dance floor, a giant mug of draft beer in his hand.
"Hahaha! That's great! The wine in the Midgard may not be strong, but it has a unique flavor!"
Thor laughed loudly, tilting his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.
Amidst the incredulous gazes of the burly men around him, he downed a large glass of beer in one gulp.
"Bang!"
He then slammed his glass down on the bar.
"Ten more drinks, please! Tonight, I'm going to drink to my heart's content with all the warriors of the Midgard!"
Thor waved his hand with great gusto, drawing enthusiastic cheers and whistles from the surrounding crowd.
Although he couldn't understand the slang these Midgardian were using, he enjoyed being surrounded by people and treated like a warrior.
This made him feel as if he had returned to the Asgard of Asgard, back to the days when he and his comrades drank and reveled after the great battle.
However, whenever he stopped to look at his hands, a look of loneliness and pain would always flash in his eyes.
I wonder when I'll be able to go back to Asgard...
In a dimly lit booth at the bar.
Pietro, utterly bored, slumped onto the sofa with his legs crossed.
He held a glass of tequila in his hand, his brows furrowed like a twisted rope.
"Has this guy not had a drink of water in centuries?"
Seeing Thor still frantically drinking, Pietro couldn't help but roll his eyes and mutter under his breath.
" Luca enjoys delicious food and beautiful women every night, yet he relegates me to be the babysitter of this muscle-bound homeless man? What kind of employee benefit is that?"
Pietro grew angrier the more he thought about it, and took a big bite of the French fries.
I was originally planning to take advantage of tonight to pick up girls.
But as soon as he stood up, Thor would yell and scream as he looked for him, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar.
"This is even more grueling than running in a lab."
Pietro sighed and began to look around the bar aimlessly.
Just then...
A subtle energy fluctuation suddenly caught Pietro's attention.
As a Mutant with super speed, Pietro possesses exceptional neural reaction speed and an extremely strong ability to perceive his surroundings.
This energy fluctuation was extremely weak and silent.
"Um?"
Pietro sat up straight instantly, all traces of laziness vanishing from his eyes.
"This energy... it doesn't seem like magic, nor is it a technological weapon... it feels more like mental interference?"
With that in mind, Pietro's gaze quickly swept across the crowded dance floor, following the trajectory of the energy fluctuations, and locked onto a dark alleyway outside the bar.
"Interesting. Looks like I won't be bored watching this big oaf drink tonight."
Pietro was already excited.
So he put down his wine glass and leaned forward slightly.
The next second.
Super speed, activate!
In Pietro's view, time seems to stand still in the bar.
The music turned into a low hum.
The swaying crowd on the dance floor froze in their comical poses.
The bubbles of wine that had just spilled from Thor's lips were suspended in mid-air.
Pietro stood up, walked through the still crowd, pushed open the bar door, and stepped onto the street.
Following the source of the energy, Pietro entered a small alley without streetlights.
Deep within the alley, a man in a green robe stood quietly in the shadows.
Loki, the God of Mischief in Asgard.
At that moment, Loki was staring at Thor, who was completely drunk in the bar.
A green light swirled around his fingertips.
"Foolish brother."
Loki chuckled softly, his eyes filled with malice.
"Do you think being exiled to the Midgard will allow you to live a carefree life?"
"No, I'll show you what true despair is!"
"I will make you look like a fool in front of these lowly mortals, and I will use illusions to show you the devastation of Asgard!"
"I will utterly destroy your will, and let you rot forever in the mire of the Midgard!"
Loki cursed inwardly as he prepared to unleash the illusion magic he had conjured.
However.
Just as the magical energy was about to leave his grasp.
"Hey, Bambi! Spying on the trash can late at night isn't a good habit."
A mocking young male voice suddenly rang in Loki's ear.
The voice was so close, it felt as if it were whispering right in his ear!
Who goes there?!
Loki was horrified.
As a top-tier mage, he is not only proficient in various illusion magics, but also has an extremely keen perception of his surroundings.
However, he didn't even realize when or how this person approached him!
Loki then suddenly turned his head.
A boy with silver hair appeared in front of them.
The other person stood with their arms crossed, leaning against a brick wall less than a meter away, looking at me with a half-smile.
What chilled Loki even more was that the boy had somehow taken away the magic staff he had just used to cast a spell!
Here you go.
Pietro casually tossed the short staff at Loki's feet.
"Although I don't know what this stick of yours is for, the energy emanating from it is even more disgusting Fury's cotton machine."
Pietro clapped his hands and raised an eyebrow at Loki.
"Tell me, what is your relationship with Thor inside? Why are you using such insidious methods to scheme against him from the shadows?"
After a brief moment of shock.
Loki quickly composed himself, regaining his divine arrogance and indifference.
He didn't know how this human had managed to evade his senses.
But he did not believe that a mortal from Midgard posed any threat to him.
"You lowly mortal, how dare you interrupt a god's spell!"
Loki straightened his back, his eyes filled with condescending disdain.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with. I am Loki Odinson, the Prince of Asgard!"
"I command you to get out of my sight immediately, or I will make you pay the price for angering the gods!"
"Gods?"
Pietro paused for a moment, then clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Good heavens, what day is it today? Is the door to the mental hospital not locked properly?"
" Thor claims to be the God of Thunder, and you claim to be a god?"
Pietro shook his head and gave Loki the middle finger.
"Listen, you green-skirted pervert."
"In New York, on Justice League territory, no matter who you are, God or Jesus, you have to follow the rules here."
"Since you dare to lay a hand on someone I'm protecting, don't blame me for being impolite."
Pietro's smile vanished, and his gaze sharpened.
"The price of angering the gods? I'd like to see it!"
Loki sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Since you're so determined to die, then I'll grant your wish."
Then, Loki waved his hands.
"Buzz!"
With a strange magical fluctuation, Loki's figure instantly split in two, then in four.
In a mere second, more than a dozen identical Loki appeared in the alley!
They surrounded Pietro, each holding a gleaming dagger.
"Mortals, tremble in despair. You have no idea which one is my true form."
A dozen or so Loki spoke in unison, their voices echoing through the narrow alley.
Seeing this, Pietro sighed helplessly.
That's it?
"I thought you had some earth-shattering magic trick up your sleeve. Turns out it's just some kind of childish smokescreen?"
"Honestly, your illusion magic is nothing compared to my sister's!"
"Arrogant!"
Loki was enraged.
A dozen clones raised daggers and stabbed fiercely at Pietro in the center.
In Loki's eyes, this mortal would soon be riddled with holes.
However.
Pietro has already made his move.
"Boom!"
A dull sonic boom echoed through the alley.
Pietro vanished from Loki's sight in an instant!
Wait, it didn't disappear.
It must be so fast that it's impossible for the human eye to keep up!
The next second.
A violent hurricane swept through the alley!
Pietro pushed his speed to the limit.
It transformed into a silver lightning bolt, running wildly in circles through the alley!
One lap! Ten laps! One hundred laps!
In just two seconds, Pietro ran thousands of laps around the alley!
High-speed movement generates powerful kinetic energy and changes in air pressure.
The air in the alley was instantly sucked out, forming a small tornado!
"What... what kind of speed is this?!"
Loki was so badly blown around by the raging hurricane that he could barely stand.
The clones also disappeared one by one!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The illusions shattered one after another.
In less than five seconds, only one Loki remained out of the dozen or so.
Loki's true form leaned against the wall in terror, gripping the bricks tightly with both hands, barely managing to avoid being blown away by the hurricane.
At this moment, her meticulously combed black hair had been blown into a bird's nest, and her long robe had become wrinkled and crumpled.
Where was even a trace of the elegance and nobility of an Asgard prince?
"Found you, little magician."
The hurricane stopped abruptly.
Pietro appeared in front of Loki in an instant.
The two were very close.
"In the face of speed, your illusions are nothing but a fart."
Before he could finish speaking...
Pietro swung his right fist, the force of which slammed into his face with incredible speed.
"Bang!!!"
Loki didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward.
"Boom!"
Loki crashed heavily into a large dumpster at the end of the alley.
The enormous impact dented the trash can.
He slid off the trash can and collapsed onto the sewage-covered ground.
"Cough cough..."
Loki clutched his face in pain and coughed violently.
At that moment, he felt that his nose was definitely broken, and his mouth was full of the taste of blood.
The Asgardians' robust physique prevented him from fainting on the spot.
But the humiliation and shock brought by that punch nearly broke him.
"You... what kind of monster are you...?"
Loki struggled to lift his head, looking unwillingly at Pietro who was walking towards him step by step.
Unacceptable!
Absolutely unacceptable!!
He was a god! The most intelligent mage in Asgard!
And now, he's being beaten so badly by a mere mortal from the Midgard that he's completely powerless to fight back!
"Monster? That word doesn't suit me."
Pietro crouched down and patted Loki's muddy face.
"If you've ever seen Luca, you'll know what a real monster is."
Compared to him, I'm not even a warm-up monster.
Pietro stood up and disgustedly shook off the dirty water.
"Alright, the magic show is over. Now, come with me to see your silly older brother."
And it was at this moment.
Suddenly, the sound of unsteady footsteps came from outside the alley.
" Pietro! My good brother! Where have you been? Hiccup..."
Thor staggered into the alley.
With a silly grin on his face, he was clearly in high spirits and had come out to challenge Pietro to another drinking contest.
However, Thor saw Loki looking disheveled.
Then, the empty bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
"Loki... Loki?!"
Thor jolted, his drunken mind instantly clearing up considerably.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, rushed over, and helped Loki up from the ground.
" Loki! My brother! What are you doing here?!"
Thor saw Loki's swollen cheeks and the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and heartache.
He felt he understood something, so he turned and glared at Pietro.
"You did this?! Why did you hurt my brother?!"
Faced with Thor's questioning, Pietro innocently shrugged.
"Hey, big guy, get your facts straight!"
"This guy was hiding in the shadows, trying to ambush you with those green spells! I was just protecting you and taught him a lesson."
Pietro pointed at Loki with a look of disdain.
"That guy's got a really bad heart, you'd better be careful."
Thor was stunned by Pietro's words.
He turned his head and looked at Loki in his arms.
" Loki... is what he said true? Why did you try to ambush me?"
Loki leaned against Thor's chest, his eyes flickering.
As the God of Mischief, how could he possibly admit to his conspiracy at this time?
Then, my brain raced, and an idea instantly came to mind.
Loki feigned weakness and grief, his eyes reddening, and grabbed Thor's arm.
"Brother... I didn't plot against you. I just wanted to come and see you..."
Loki's words were choked with sobs, and his pitiful appearance was enough to move anyone who heard or saw him to tears.
"I've gone through countless hardships to reach the Midgard, just to tell you some unfortunate news."
"Father... Father used too much divine power to punish you. He... he has fallen into the endless Odinsleep, and will never wake up!"
"What?!"
Thor was struck dumb, frozen in place.
"Father... no, this is impossible! Father is the God-King of the Nine Realms, how could he..."
Thor clutched his head in anguish, tears streaming down his face.
Loki chuckled inwardly as he saw Thor's breakdown.
He then added insult to injury in a sorrowful tone.
"It's true, brother."
"Now that Asgard has lost its king, chaos reigns everywhere. Laufey and the Frost Giants are gathering their armies, preparing to invade Asgard at any moment."
Loki gripped Thor's hand tightly, his voice filled with concern and helplessness.
"You can't go back, brother."
"Before falling into a deep sleep, Father gave his last command."
"That means if you dare to set foot in Asgard, you will be considered a traitor and will be executed on the spot."
"For your safety, for the preservation of Odin's bloodline... you must remain in Midgard forever, and never return."
After hearing Loki's words, Thor was utterly desperate.
In despair, he knelt down on the filthy ground and angrily pounded the earth.
"I'm the one who ruined my father! I'm the one who ruined Asgard!"
Beside him, Pietro's lips twitched.
I'm so dumbfounded by these two brothers' stupidity.
"Hey big guy, did drinking fake alcohol mess with your brain?"
Pietro couldn't stand it any longer and started mocking him without holding back.
"This guy was just trying to stab me with a dagger, and now he's crying so pitifully in your arms."
Can't you tell he's acting?
"It's harder to squeeze out tears than when I'm constipated!"
"I could tell he was just trying to trick you into staying on Earth as a useless nobody so he could go back and become the king of Asgard."
Pietro rolled his eyes and pointed at Loki's nose.
"This guy's heart is even darker than Luca's!"
Loki's scheme was exposed by Pietro's words, and a hint of panic and resentment flashed in his eyes.
But he reacted quickly, immediately feigning even greater weakness and distress, and hugged Thor tightly.
"Brother... he's trying to sow discord between us!"
"Would you rather believe a Midgardian who injured me than your brother who has been with you for over a thousand years?"
Thor looked up, his face covered in tears.
He glanced at Pietro, whose face was full of mockery, and then at Loki, who was barely alive in his arms.
He was quick-witted and made a judgment immediately.
"Enough! You're not allowed to insult my brother!"
Thor roared at Pietro.
" Loki may occasionally play pranks, but he would never joke about my father's life! Nor would he lie to me!"
Thor stood up, shielding Loki behind him, and stood like an iron tower in front of Pietro.
" Midgardian, you injured my brother."
"I'll let it slide today since you bought me drinks."
"But if you dare take another step forward, I swear, I will defeat you!"
Seeing this scene...
Pietro was utterly speechless.
"God, now I know why Luca called you that blond bum. Your brain isn't filled with muscles, it's all water!"
Pietro shook his head helplessly, too lazy to waste any more words on this guy who wasn't even thinking straight.
He took a miniature communicator out of his pocket and pressed the call button.
"Hello? JARVIS? Connect me to Luca."
A few seconds later, Luca's dissatisfied voice came through the communicator.
" Pietro, you'd better have something very important to say."
"If you need me to reimburse your dry cleaning bill because you got splashed with alcohol by a girl after a failed attempt to pick you up at a bar, then I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks tomorrow."
Pietro first glanced at the Thor brothers, who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, then laughed gleefully.
"Boss, I didn't pick up any girls. I encountered something funny here."
Pietro raised his voice to make sure Thor and Loki could hear him.
"I've caught a Bambi, a fawn who claims to be Asgard god, wears a green dress, and can even do Bambi."
"Oh, and he also managed to completely fool Thor with a few clumsy lies."
"So, why don't you come and see this good show for yourself? And while you're at it, teach them what real manners are?"