When Sean arrived on Sakaar, Thor had already become a leading contender for champion of the Grandmaster's arena. Even without Mjolnir, as Asgard's mightiest warrior, hand-to-hand combat was as easy to him as eating and drinking.
"Looks like you've been doing pretty well here."
Sean found Thor in a spacious room. Besides a soft, luxurious bed, there were racks displaying cold weapons and an enormous steaming bath.
Plates were piled with fresh alien fruit, while numerous empty glass bottles were stacked on the floor. Several scantily clad maidservants carefully cleaned the room. This was clearly not the treatment of a prisoner.
Compared to the former god of thunder, Thor now looked far more weathered. His thick, curly golden hair had been cut short, and his once imposing crimson cape and gleaming armor had been replaced by a gladiator's crude leather armor.
"How is Asgard?"
Seeing a familiar face, Thor remained expressionless as he continuously poured hard liquor down his throat.
Hela had slashed out one of his eyes and shattered Mjolnir. It could be said that he had suffered a complete and utter defeat.
Had Heimdall not used the Bifrost to take him away at the critical moment, the prince of Asgard would have long since perished in darkness, reunited with Odin and his father.
The dark matter energy tide tore through space. He had tumbled and drifted endlessly before finally falling into Sakaar's junkyard.
When Thor first ended up on Sakaar, a group of scavengers had captured him as food. Later, he passed into the hands of a drunken woman, who sold him to the Grandmaster like merchandise. The prince of Asgard had transformed into a gladiator of the arena.
"Not yet. With Heimdall's help, Sif escaped from Asgard and then found S.H.I.E.L.D."
Sean casually picked a seat and