The hot wind of the Gobi was left far behind as the wheels carried them away.
The old SUV rolled over the smooth asphalt of the western town. Few people were visible outside the windows, and the wind blew through the desert vegetation. It was almost deathly quiet.
Thor sat silently in the passenger seat throughout the journey.
The confrontation in the divine realm, Loki's sinister lies, and Rimuru's incisive wake-up call still weighed heavily on his heart.
The God of Thunder whose name had once resounded throughout the Nine Realms, the prince worshiped by multitudes, had seen his inborn pride worn away completely on this ordinary land.
Dr. Selvig took Thor to a tavern for a drinking contest, while Loki prepared to pull a Tang Yin on his own father, Laufey. I'd call him the foremost filial scourge, no less devoted than that filial son Geed next door.
At the summit of Asgard's Bifrost, a pair of eyes that had watched over the Nine Realms for a thousand years remained fixed on this tiny patch of Midgard.
Heimdall stood in the observatory, his golden eyes piercing through the stars and clouds as he surveyed every movement on Earth.
He had long since seen through everything.
He saw Loki's ambition as he wielded power in Asgard under Odin's name, sealed off the paths between the Nine Realms, and ruled as he pleased; he saw the humiliation of Loki's double descending to the mortal world to provoke others, only to be driven back by a mysterious blue-haired youth; and he saw Thor's transformation as he shed his arrogance and quietly grew in Midgard.
As Asgard's watcher, he was loyal to the divine realm, but even more loyal to its rightful rule and justice.
Loki had sealed the entrances to and exits