Manhattan, New York.

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

He took a few casual clothes from the cabinet, folded them, and packed them into his suitcase.

I picked up my daily toiletries and a few medical books that I was reading in my spare time.

There were already some sealed knick-knacks in that box.

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

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

There are also a few bottles of the latest men's fragrance that was released just this year, which was ordered by his good friend Van Daltto.

Finally, there are several classic theatrical masterpieces on the planet.

This is for Loki.

His brother had always loved these things.

In the space of 6 months, Thor has changed a lot.

He seems to have gotten used to wearing a suit to work at the clinic every day, helping Dr. Stephen, or treating patients with less serious illnesses on his own.

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

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

With that face full of masculinity, Thor has a sense of stability and dependence while maintaining a brave temperament.

"Are you really not going with me?"

As Thor packed up his suitcase, he said to Jane, the astronomer and wife-to-be who was leaning against the door, holding coffee and watching him pack his things:

"Didn't you say before that you longed for the exotic landscapes of Asgard? There are also unique astronomical wonders there..."

"I have a temporary project."

Jane took a sip of coffee, she ruffled her hair, and looked at her boyfriend in a amorous manner.

Thor belongs to the kind of man who catches the eyes of ladies wherever he goes.

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

In addition, Dr. Stephen's clinic is full of high-class people.

Several factors add up to make Jane. In the last six months, Foster has had a very urgent feeling.

There are many women from high society who covet their boyfriends, and Thor has received at least 17 letters with perfume and even exaggerated intimate photos in the past month.

There are other women on the lookout, and Jane naturally has to fight.

Astronomers, who had been busy with their work before, also began to spend time on their personal image.

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

But fortunately, Thor belongs to the kind of man who is very loyal, although the loss of Thor's power has made him a complete mortal, but the advantages of belonging to Asgardians are still there.

He has always been unpretentious to his female patients, and he never goes to appointments without telling his girlfriend.

This gave Jane a sense of security in her heart.

But Jane is well aware that a creature like a man cannot withstand temptation...

Just look at Merlin, such a good person is also a pile of love debts.

Thor was going back to Asgard this weekend, and his father, Odin, was bedridden and he had to go back to see it.

The request has been approved by Heimdall, the gatekeeper of the Divine Domain.

Truth be told, Jane really wanted to go back with Thor.

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

But unfortunately, she has a temporary project these days and can't leave at all.

And Jane is also a wise woman.

She knows very well that if you want to capture a man's heart, you can't restrain him, and the tighter she grasps, the easier it is to lose.

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

She whispered:

"Let me make sure first, you won't go back this time, will you?"

"No, it won't."

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

"Here's my life, my job, and my... My love, how could I leave you behind? ”

Jane looked at Thor, the love that appeared in Thor's eyes, she smiled, stood on tiptoe and kissed Thor on the lips, she reached out to untie Thor's shirt and untie his wide coat.

She said:

"I mean, if something happens to you and Miss Shy... Then you'd better not tell me. ”

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

She said to her boyfriend:

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

"Are you so unconfident in yourself?"

Thor Says:

"Sif wouldn't do this kind of thing to rob a man... She was a very proud woman. ”

"What about Mjolnir?"

Jane's muffled voice came, and she said:

"Are you going to go back with it?"

"Mjournier..."

Thor took a deep breath, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and said:

"It's going to stay in this world, no one can pick it up anymore, so how can I take it home."

Two hours later, refreshed Thor dragged his suitcase and arrived in the evening to a plaza on the edge of New York City.

This was formerly the site of the Trident Building.

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

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

On a stone that had been isolated, there was a square-headed, square-headed, one-handed silver warhammer that had been smashed diagonally there.

From the day it appeared, it attracted a lot of onlookers from good deeds.

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

Among them are some well-known heroes and public figures.

But six months later, the hammer is still here, and no one can talk about it.

There is also gossip that during the occasional thunderstorm, there will always be a lightning strike on this warhammer, but no matter how powerful the thunderbolt, this warhammer is unscathed.

The official explanation to the outside world is that this is a tribute to the legendary Mjolnir of Thor, and it is a replica.

But only a few people know that this war hammer, which is displayed as a work of art, is the real Mjolnir.

A legendary weapon from the Asgardian Divine Domain.

"Huh"

Thor's fingers caressed the familiar warhammer.

He closed his eyes and let his fingers slide across the surface of the hammer, a pulsing arc of electricity glistening in contact with the cold metal.

He knew every part of the hammer as well as his own body.

This thing once belonged to him, it was a symbol that belonged to him.

But now, it doesn't belong to Thor anymore.

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

It looked at Thor like it looked at a stranger who was nothing special.

Thor's expression was calm.

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

He's no longer Thor, he's 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 wanted to set the world and everyone free.

Maybe the others didn't feel that freedom, but Thor did.

He didn't need to wake up every morning and hold Thor's hammer with trepidation;

You don't need to worry about whether you will be abandoned by Warhammer before you go to bed every day.

He no longer needs to prove himself to be a hero of justice all the time.

There is no longer a need to spend all your time on keeping your vows.

He lost his strength...

He got life.

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

He could spend the whole day in the lab, working with Stephen on boring but useful medical knowledge.

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 worry anymore, and spends every day in deep self-examination and self-doubt...

"There is no warhammer in heaven that I can swing to become a better god..."

Thor withdrew his fingers from the surface of Mjolnir, and he looked at his past companion.

He whispered:

"It is not the oath that determines our fate, but the action."

"Thank you, Merlin."

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

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

Since the day Merlin disappeared, the sea of stars in this world has become very clear and pure, so that Thor can see those constellations in the sea of stars when he looks up.

The Phantom of the World Tree...

A special astrological phenomenon that only the Asgardians could understand.

Well, now Jane can understand it too.

Thor's girlfriend grew up on Earth, but she has a sensitivity to the stars that is hard to describe, and if she had been born in Asgard, Thor is sure that Jane would be the best astrologer she can be.

"Heimdall!"

Thor shouted:

"Take me home..."

"Boom"

The golden light was like a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth, and in the unfolding of the rainbow bridge, Thor who was standing in place was engulfed by the light in an instant, as if he had entered a brilliant sea of light.

In those bright, flickering points of light, he was like a man swimming in the sea.

Moments later, Thor, dragging his suitcase, stepped out of the Rainbow Bridge gate in Asgard's Domain.

He straightened his open suit, brushed his hair, and greeted the gatekeeper in golden armor standing on the golden stone platform in front of him, holding a two-handed heavy sword in his hand.

"Hey, Heimdall, long time no see."

"Thor..."

Under his helmet, Heimdall's eyes swirling like a sea of stars examined Prince Thor, who had returned to the Divine Realm.

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

In addition to being physically as strong as an Asgardian, he was already a mortal in every sense of the word.

But that smile on Thor's face...

That free, gentle, relaxed, laid-back smile.

That was something Heimdall hadn't seen in the last 1,500 years.

Thor has changed.

It's hard to tell what has changed in Thor, but he does.

It's like going from a dazzling diamond that sparkles all the time, to a featureless stubborn stone, and then thrown into a pile of rubble.

But it seems to be more than that.

Hardly.

"Your father is waiting for you, Thor."

Heimdall drew his two-handed heavy sword from the stone platform, turned his back behind him, and said to Thor:

"Follow me."

In the golden palace of the magnificent Asgardian Divine Domain, in the chambers of the God-King.

The moment Thor walked into the bedroom, he saw Frigga sitting on the edge of the bed with a worried face.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and my mother seems to have become a little older.

"The Queen Mother."

Thor called out to wake up the worried queen, and Frigga turned around to see her son standing in the doorway.

He was still as tall and handsome as ever, but he seemed to have lost some weight, and there was no longer a sparkle in his eyes.

"Thor, my son."

With joy shining on her face, the queen walked briskly and grabbed her son's hand, while Thor stepped forward and gave her mother a hug.

He said:

"I'm back, Mom, I miss you so much."

"We miss you too, we think about you all the time."

There was already a hint of crying in the queen's voice.

She can be a tough ruler, but at this moment, in front of those closest to her, she doesn't need to be strong anymore.

"Come on, come and see your father."

The queen of heaven grabbed her son's wrist and led Thor to Odin's sleeping bed, and she said to her son worriedly:

"Your father has entered the sleep of the gods, and it may take a while to wake up."

"How did he get so badly injured?"

It was probably the instinct of being a doctor that made Thor notice his father's unhealthy pale face for the first time, for an old man who has 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 full of wrinkles.

He lay on a blonde bed filled with rune runes, his long white hair scattered over the sides of his pillow.

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

Although the God King had been healing himself with his divine powers for several months, the decisive blow from Merlin had indeed caused him unbearable pain.

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

The black, shadow-like light was entangled in a golden streamer.

Little by little, it breaks down into the most basic mana, but the process is extremely slow.

Odin was forced into the sleep of the gods, probably because of this.

"Your father was wounded by the Dark Raven in order to destroy the evil artifact that the Great Serpent relied on to revive."

Frigga whispered:

"But he doesn't regret it, he fulfilled his duty as a father, he protected you, my son Thor."

"The serpent will no longer be resurrected, and you will finally be able to break away from your prophecy."

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

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

He said:

"I never believed in that prophecy, Mother, and I never believed that I would die at the hands of the serpent... My father didn't need to do that. ”

"No, Thor."

The queen of heaven stretched out her hand and stroked her son's sideburns, and she said in a kind tone:

"Your father loves you very much, and though he excommunicates you and rebukes you, he loves you as much as I do."

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

"He's a warrior, he's a king, that's how he shows his love, and your father and I can't allow us to lose you anymore."

"My child, you just need to live freely, everything has us."