New York, Manhattan.

In a premium apartment, Thor, who had just gotten off work from the clinic, was sorting out his clothes.

He took out a few casual packs from the cabinet, folded them, and put them in the suitcase.

I picked up my daily toiletries and several medical classics I was reading in my spare time.

There were already some sealed gadgets in that box.

A few bottles of wine he bought when he followed Dr. Strange to Russia on a business trip, which was a gift for Vostag.

A women's suit bought in London is more neutral, and Sif should like it.

There are also several bottles of the latest men's perfume that have just been released this year, which was ordered by his good friend Van Dalto.

Finally, there are several classic drama masterpieces on earth.

This is for Loki.

His younger brother has always liked these things.

In 6 months, Thor changed a lot.

He seemed to have become accustomed to wearing suits to work in the clinic every day, giving Dr. Stephen a hand, or treating patients with less severe symptoms alone.

He also changed his originally unruly hair to a more steady hairstyle, and even his beard was neatly repaired.

At this time, he was at home wearing a very decent men's shirt, setting off his perfect figure and muscles.

Paired with that face full of masculinity, Thor maintained a brave temperament while adding a sense of stability and reliance.

"Don't you really go with me?"

While packing the packed suitcase, Thor said to the astronomer who leaned against the door, holding coffee and watching him pack up his things, Jane, his expectant wife:

"Didn't you say you were very yearning for the exotic scenery of Asgard? There are also unique astronomical wonders there..."

“I have a temporary project.”

Jane took a sip of coffee, she plucked her hair and looked at her boyfriend in a charming posture.

Thor is the kind of man who attracts the attention of women wherever he goes.

Since Thor entered Stephen's clinic, he has become a high-income person on this land.

In addition, there are some high-ranking people coming and going in Dr. Stephen’s clinic.

Several factors combined have made Jane Foster feel a very urgent feeling in the past six months.

There are many women from the upper class who are coveting their boyfriends. Thor has received at least 17 letters of private photos with perfume and even exaggerated photos in the past month.

There are other women eyeing each other, so Jian naturally has to face the challenge.

Astronomers who have been busy with work before have also begun to spend time on their personal images.

I even bought a bunch of cosmetics that I didn't care much before.

Fortunately, Thor is a very loyal man. Although he lost the power of Thor and made him completely become a mortal, the advantages of being an Asgardian are still there.

He has always been rude to his female patients, and never goes to appointments without hiding them from his girlfriend.

This made Jane feel a little safer in her heart.

But Jane knows very well that a creature like a man cannot withstand temptation...

Just look at Merlin, that such an excellent person is also a lot of love debts.

Thor is going back to Asgard this weekend, his father Odin is bedridden and he must go back and check it out.

This application has been approved by Heimdal, the gatekeeper of the Divine Realm.

To be honest, Jane really wants to go back with Thor.

Because she heard that Thor had a childhood sweetheart in Asgard, it was hard to say whether the relationship would rekindle after the two met again.

But unfortunately, she has a temporary project these days and can't get out of it.

And Jane is also a smart woman.

She knew very well that if she wanted to grasp a man's heart, she would not be able to restrain him. The tighter she grabbed, the easier it would be to lose it.

Watching Thor put the suitcase in the corner of the house, Jane put the coffee cup in her hand aside, she walked forward and hugged Thor from behind.

She whispered:

"I'll confirm it first. You won't go back this time, right?"

"Won't."

Thor smiled, and he turned around and hugged his girlfriend's slender waist, and he whispered:

"Here is my life, my work, and my... lover, how could I leave you behind?"

Jane looked at Thor, looking at the love that emerged in Thor's eyes, she smiled and tiptoed to kiss Thor's lips. She reached out to unbutton Thor's shirt and untie his clothes.

She said:

"I said, if something happens to you and Ms. Sif... then you better not tell me."

Jane blinked, she pushed Thor onto the bed and then pushed her pajamas away.

She said to her boyfriend:

"I don't want to compete with a real goddess..."

"Don't you have such no confidence in yourself?"

Thor said:

"Sif wouldn't do such a man-robbing thing...she is a very proud woman."

"Where is the Thor's Hammer?"

Jian's vague voice came, she said:

"Do you want to take it back with you?"

"Mjolnir..."

Thor took a deep breath, laying on the bed, closing his eyes, he said:

"It's just staying in this world. No one can pick it up anymore. How can I take it home?"

Two hours later, Thor, who was refreshed, dragged his suitcase and arrived at a square on the edge of New York City in the evening.

This was previously the location of the Trident Building.

In the disaster half a year ago, the Trident Building was completely razed to the ground, and later it turned into a memorial square.

In the middle of the square, there is a special landscape.

On a separated stone, there was a square-headed, silver one-handed warhammer that hit there obliquely.

From the day it appeared, it attracted many onlookers.

Every day there are people lined up to try to pull it up.

There are many well-known heroes and public figures among them.

But six months passed, and the warhammer was still here, and no one could mention it.

There are also rumors that in occasional thunderstorms, lightning will always hit the warhammer, but no matter how powerful the lightning is, the warhammer is unscathed.

The official explanation to the outside world is that this is a tribute to the legendary Thor's Hammer Mjolnir, and it is a copy.

But only a few people know that this warhammer, which was displayed as a work of art, is the real Thor's hammer.

Legendary weapon from Asgard's divine realm.

"Swish"

Thor's fingers stroked the familiar warhammer.

He closed his eyes and let his fingers slide on the surface of the warhammer. In the contact between the fingers and the cold metal, a beating arc was shining.

He is familiar with every part of the warhammer, just like his own body.

This thing once belonged to him and was a symbol of him.

But now, it no longer belongs to Thor.

In Thor's finger contact, this silent warhammer was like a dead object that was no longer active.

It looked at Thor as it looked at a stranger who had nothing special.

Thor's expression was calm.

In 6 months, he had accepted this reality from the bottom of his heart.

He is no longer Thor, he is just an ordinary office worker in the Manhattan area, an ordinary person living on earth.

He lost a lot and waved goodbye to his past.

But he also got a lot.

When Merlin left, he told him that he would give freedom to the world and everyone.

Maybe others didn't feel that freedom, but Thor felt it.

He doesn't need to hold the Thor's Hammer with a nervous mood after waking up every morning;

You don’t need to worry about whether you will be abandoned by the warhammer before going to bed every day.

He doesn't need to prove that he is a hero who fulfills justice at all times.

No more need to spend all your time sticking to your oath.

He lost his strength...

He got life.

He can accompany his lover to talk and laugh and share each other's stories today easily when the sunset is covered with the sky.

He could spend all day in the lab and study the boring but useful medical knowledge with Stephen.

He can even sleep for most of the day when he is tired and empty his mind without worrying about being eroded by burnout.

He doesn't need to be worried anymore, and he spends every day in deep self-examination and self-doubt...

“There is no warhammer in heaven that I can become a better god if I swing it…”

Thor retracted his finger from the surface of Thor's Hammer, and he looked at his past companion.

He whispered:

“It is not vows that determine our destiny, but actions.”

"Thank you, Merlin."

"Thank you for helping me remove the shackles..."

Thor took a deep breath, and he took a step back, grabbed his suitcase, raised his head, and looked at the stars in the evening.

Since the day Merlin disappeared, the starry sea in this world has become very clear and pure, allowing Thor to look up his head and see the constellations in the starry sea.

The Phantom of the Tree of the World...

A special astrology that only Asgardians can understand.

Well, Jane can understand now.

Thor's girlfriend grew up on Earth, but she has a very difficult-to-describe sensitivity to the stars. If she was born in Asgard, Thor could be sure that Jane would definitely become the best astrological master.

"Heimdal!"

Thor shouted:

"Pick me home..."

"boom"

The golden light was like a pillar of light that penetrated the heaven and earth. As the rainbow bridge unfolded, Thor, who was standing in place, was swallowed up by the light in an instant, as if he had entered a gorgeous sea of ​​light.

Among those dazzling and swaying light spots, he is like a person swimming in the sea.

After a moment, Thor, dragging his suitcase, walked out of the rainbow bridge gate in the Asgard divine realm.

He tidied up his open suit, then plucked his hair, and greeted the gatekeeper who was standing on the golden stone platform in front of him, holding heavy swords in both hands and wearing golden armor.

"Hi, Heimdal, long time no see."

"Thor..."

Under the battle helmet, Heimdal looked at Prince Thor who had returned to the divine realm with his eyes like a rotating star sea.

As the gatekeeper, he could clearly feel that the divine power in Thor's body had been completely washed away.

In addition to being as strong as the Asgardians, he was already an absolute mortal in all aspects.

But the smile on Thor's face...

That kind of free, gentle, relaxed, leisurely smile.

That was something Heimdal had never seen in the past 1,500 years.

Thor changed.

It's hard to tell what's going on with Thor, but he did.

It was like a dazzling diamond that shone constantly and turned into a stubborn stone with no characteristics and was thrown into the pile of gravels.

But it seems that it is not just that.

It's hard to say.

"Your father is waiting for you, Thor."

Heimdal pulled out his heavy sword from the stone platform and turned his back behind him. He said to Thor:

"Come with me."

In the magnificent Asgard divine realm, in the dormitory of the God King.

The moment Thor walked into the dormitory, he saw the queen Friga, who was sitting by the bed, looking worried.

After not seeing each other for a few years, my mother seemed to have become older.

"Mother Queen."

Thor called out and woke the queen who was worried about her husband. Friga turned around and saw her son standing at the door.

He was still as tall and handsome as before, but he seemed to have lost weight and no longer had divine light in his eyes.

"Tor, my son."

The queen's face was shining with joy, she walked quickly, grabbed her son's hand, while Thor stepped forward and gave her mother a hug.

He said:

"I'm back, mom, I miss you very much."

"We miss you very much, and we miss you all the time."

The queen had a hint of crying in her voice.

She could be a tough ruler, but at this moment, in front of the closest people, she no longer needs to continue to be strong.

"Come on, come and see your father."

The queen grabbed her son's wrist and took Thor to Odin's sleeping bed. She said to her son worriedly:

"Your father has entered the sleep of God, and it may take some time to wake up."

"Why did he suffer such a serious injury?"

Perhaps it was because of his instinct as a doctor that Thor noticed his father's unhealthy pale face at the first time. For an old man who had lived for thousands of years, Odin has always been in good spirits.

But now, the God King's face was extremely pale and his face was covered with wrinkles.

He lay on the golden bed filled with Lun runes, his long white hair spread on both sides of the pillow.

And between Odin's waist and abdomen, there are wounds that have not yet been completely healed.

Although the God King has been using divine power to heal himself in the past few months, the desperate blow from Merlin did indeed bring him unbearable pain.

At the waist of the God King, in the remaining hideous wound, there was a strange light entrenched.

Those black, shadow-like lights were entangled by golden streams.

It is decomposing little by little into the most basic magic, but the process is extremely slow.

Odin was forced to enter the sleep of God, probably because of this.

"Your father was injured by the Dark Raven in order to destroy the evil artifact on which the snake relies."

Queen Friga said softly:

"But he did not regret it, he fulfilled his duties as a father, and he protected you, my son Thor."

"The snake will no longer recover, and you can finally get rid of your prophecy."

"So, my father did all this for that prophecy?"

Thor felt a little heavy at this moment, and he held his mother's hand tightly.

He said:

"I never believed that prophecy, mother, I never believed that I would die at the hands of the snake... My father didn't need to do this at all."

"No, Thor."

The queen stretched out her hand and stroked her son's hair. She said in a kind tone:

"Your father loves you very much. Although he punishes you and scolds you, he loves you like me."

"He is willing to give everything for you..."

"He is a warrior, a king, and that's how he expresses his love, and your father and I can no longer allow us to lose you."
Chapter completed!