Meanwhile, the three unlucky men under Emma Frost's mental control became the targets of her frustration.
Betsy played with the chibi version of herself in her hand as she looked over at Thor, who was still stuffing his face. Out of nowhere, she asked in a teasing tone, "Thor, are you trying to get with me and Emma?"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Thor choked on a mouthful of water. He had never expected Betsy to suddenly come out with that.
I'm screwed. She found out what I was secretly thinking and called me out on the spot.
After all, what transmigrator hadn't thought about building a harem in the Marvel Universe?
It was just that the two women he'd met weren't so easy to fool. If only he'd met Wanda first. Wouldn't it have been easy to trick her into becoming his wife?
"You're thinking about another woman right now, aren't you?"
Betsy really was a ninja. Her footsteps made no sound at all as she came right up to Thor's face, close enough for him to smell the fragrance of her breath.
"You've definitely got it wrong, Betsy. I was thinking about how to kick Cassandra's ass."
"You're not even going to leave that lunatic Cassandra alone?!"
Thor quickly stood up and denied it. "Betsy, you can't just say things like that! Only a lunatic would like another lunatic. Maybe Deadpool is the only one who could be into her type."
"Deadpool? You mean Wade Wilson, the lunatic whose face looks like a rotten avocado?"
"You know that lunatic?"
"I do. We fought together once, and even after a Sentinel cut his head off, his mouth just kept going. No wonder Logan stabs him whenever they meet."
Betsy put the chibi figure on her head, folded her arms, and stared into Thor's eyes. Enunciating every word, she said, "You still haven't given me a straight answer to my question, Thor."
Her stare made Thor a little uneasy, so he had no choice but to admit it. "Yes. You should know that I'm the Prince of Asgard. I lost everyone: first my mother, then my father, my brother, my home, my people, and then my lover. For Asgard to live on, I have to take on this responsibility."
"Pfft. You're just horny. Why dress it up in such grand terms?" Betsy curled her lip. "So which of us are you planning to make queen, me or Emma?"
Thor froze.
"...Are you serious?"
Betsy stared at him for three seconds.
"Just kidding."
The corners of her mouth curved upward.
"Look how scared you are."
Thor breathed a sigh of relief.
But Betsy's next words left him speechless again:
"Still, sooner or later, you'll have to think about that question."
"Then why don't you ask Emma?"
Betsy raised an eyebrow.
"Why would I ask her? She'd definitely say, 'Me, of course.'"
Thor imagined Emma's response and decided Betsy was right.
"Then what am I supposed to say?"
Betsy looked at him.
"It's simple. Say 'you.'"
Thor froze.
Betsy smiled.
"Got you. I just wanted to see you squirm."
She turned and walked away.
Thor was left alone, holding his bread, unable to come to his senses for a long while.
He had to admit, it really was a difficult question. Given Emma Frost's nature, she definitely wouldn't be willing to give up that position. This was tricky!
You're both my wings. How about you each take turns being queen for a day?
Forget it. Nothing's happened yet, so why am I thinking so much about it?
Since things have come to this, I might as well eat first.
Emma finally finished venting all her anger. The three unlucky men were black and blue.
"Emma, you heard all that, didn't you?"
"What? Are you unhappy because he didn't choose you as queen, Elizabeth?" Emma wasn't about to pass up such a good opportunity and immediately shot back.
Betsy didn't answer. She just watched her in silence.
"What are you looking at? Why aren't you paying your respects to the future queen of Asgard?" Emma lifted her head proudly and gestured to Betsy.
"Emma, when did you become so childish? Looks like Thor was right. You're just a little girl."
"Say whatever you want. I can't be bothered fighting you for him anyway. I'm Emma Frost, the famous White Queen. Sooner or later, what I want will be mine. Understand, Betsy?"
"You're a hedgehog."
"What did you say?!"
"You're a hedgehog."
Betsy repeated herself.
Emma's expression immediately soured, and she narrowed her eyes at Betsy.
"Do you want to fight me again?"
"I'm with the animal protection society. I don't bully little animals."
With that, Betsy turned and walked away.
"Elizabeth Betsy Braddock-!"
Emma was left there fuming helplessly. She shot a fierce glare at Thor, who was silently eating, then looked at the three unlucky men lying on the ground, walked over, and gave them a hard kick.
Thor looked up, somewhat puzzled. Whatever grudge you two have, what the hell does it have to do with me?
This woman who liked to wear a kinky battle suit every day needed to be taught a lesson. Once he got the chance, he'd give her a good spanking!
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Thor let out a huge burp. He sensed his surroundings and, finding no law fragments within a kilometer, felt lost. Should he go look around now?
He really couldn't feel at ease without getting rid of Cassandra, that evil bald woman with no chest and no ass.
Besides, truth be told, Cassandra was the only one who could threaten the two women. Maybe there were also Classic Loki and Alioth, but under normal circumstances, Classic Loki definitely wouldn't casually make a move.
Honestly, he also wanted to see the God of Mischief Loki from another universe, a true master magician, rather than Loki the melee assassin.
To conjure an entire Asgard with magic-how immense must his mana be? After all, Asgard was a floating continent suspended in another dimension, with an area even larger than the United States.
And the Asgard Classic Loki created was solid. Otherwise, it couldn't have held Alioth off for so long, giving Lady Loki and Loki a chance to meet Kang the Conqueror at the cost of his life.
It could be said that Classic Loki deserved a great deal of credit for Loki eventually becoming the God of Stories.
Thor figured Classic Loki's strength might already have been on par with the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, or even a little greater.
Back when he faced Ragnarok, if his brother Loki had possessed Classic Loki's strength, couldn't the two of them have joined forces and wiped out a mere Ragnarok with a turn of their hands?
Hmm... But in that case, I don't know whether I could still have awakened the memories of my past life.
Even now, he was a little unsure whether he had transmigrated into the dying Thor, or whether he had transmigrated into the Marvel Universe long ago, only for his past-life memories to be suppressed until they were activated when he died.
Thinking about it now, there was really no need to dwell on any of it. Did it matter whether he was a transmigrator?
Wasn't it enough for him to live as he pleased, following his own heart?
He was Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder who wielded lightning, and the king of Asgard!