Just as Mjolnir was about to fall, a clear, familiar voice suddenly rang out.
Thor stopped short at the sound, forcing his lightning-charged blow to a halt in midair. Most of the raging electrical energy quickly faded.
He looked down at the little figure inside the cabin, and the fury in his eyes gave way to surprise and recognition.
It was Rimuru!
Back in New Mexico, this little fellow had helped him defeat the out-of-control Destroyer Armor, saving him from death and allowing him to retain his divine power and identity. Thor had never forgotten the favor, but he had yet to properly thank him.
After all these days, they had unexpectedly met again in Midgard.
A hearty smile lit up Thor's face. He was just about to greet Rimuru and catch up when his gaze swept over the impassive Loki in the corner, and his expression quickly darkened again.
As happy as he was to see Rimuru again, his brother's whereabouts were his most pressing concern.
Ever since the Bifrost had shattered and Loki had plunged into a rift in deep space, Thor had believed his brother had been obliterated in the cosmic void, leaving no remains. Guilt, regret, and remorse had weighed on his heart.
He had never imagined that Loki was not only alive, but hiding in Midgard and stirring up an invasion.
Thor suppressed his joy and spoke sincerely to Rimuru.
"I'm happy to see you here."
"But please wait a moment. I have family matters to attend to."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Thor leaned into the cabin under Steve and Tony's stunned, bewildered gazes. Reaching out with one large hand, he caught Loki by the back of his collar and effortlessly lifted the God of Mischief up like a kitten.
Before