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After the introductions, Sif glanced at Jane with an expression Jane found hard to interpret. There was something in the Asgardian warrior's gaze—something unfriendly, almost disapproving—that made Jane feel uneasy.

Thor, however, paid no mind. For him, seeing his companions for the first time since his exile brought overwhelming joy.

"My friends, are you all well?" he asked, his voice filled with relief.

"We're fine, Thor, but we need you to return to Asgard," Sif said, her tone serious.

Thor shook his head. "Sif, I can't return. I am a sinner. Because of me, my father is... gone."

"What are you talking about? Odin isn't dead," Fandral interjected, confused.

Thor froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. "He isn't... dead?"

"Of course not," Fandral replied. "Odin has only entered the Odin-Sleep. Who told you he was dead?"

"It was Loki," Thor muttered, his voice trembling with both shock and anger.

"Damn it. I knew it!" Sif hissed. Her eyes hardened as she turned to Thor. "Listen, Thor. Since Odin entered the Odin-Sleep, Loki has seized Gungnir and declared himself the temporary ruler of Asgard, claiming it was Odin's will. But when we questioned him, he gave us no answers."

"He's taken control of Asgard," she continued, her frustration evident. "We knew something wasn't right. That's why we came here—to find you and bring you back."

Thor took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Loki..."

He gritted his teeth as he uttered his brother's name. Thor had forgiven Loki countless times before, even when Loki had acted against him. But this time, Loki's actions went far beyond mere mischief. They bordered on treason, threatening to plunge Asgard into chaos.

Thor clenched his fists. Loki might be his brother, but he would never be a worthy king.

Just as Thor was about to respond, a deafening roar tore through the air, drawing everyone's attention.

All eyes turned toward the source of the sound. In the distance, under the gloomy, storm-filled sky, brilliant columns of multicolored light crashed to the ground, radiating a celestial intensity.

"The Rainbow Bridge?" Sif exclaimed, her voice filled with alarm. "Who activated the Bifröst?"

"Loki!" Thor's voice was heavy with realization. He finally understood the unease that had plagued him.

Underneath the glowing rainbow light, a figure began to emerge—its massive form unmistakable to the Asgardians.

"Is that the Destroyer?"

Thor squinted, but his mortal eyesight betrayed him. Sif, however, saw it clearly. Her expression darkened.

"Damn it," she muttered. "Loki has sent the Destroyer to kill you. If we don't stop it, the entire town will be annihilated."

Thor's expression turned grim. "We need to evacuate the town. The Destroyer will kill everyone here."

Before he could finish, a thunderous explosion erupted in the distance. The Destroyer leaped into the air, its massive frame hurtling toward the town with terrifying speed.

Sif unsheathed her sword. "Thor, we'll hold it off. You must evacuate the townspeople."

Thor hesitated. The role reversal—him being the mortal needing protection—stung his pride. But he nodded, determination shining in his eyes.

"Go, my friends," Thor said solemnly. "I may be powerless now, but I'll do everything I can to save these people."

Sif and the Warriors Three nodded. With unwavering resolve, they sprinted into the storm, their figures disappearing into the heavy rain.

Thor watched them go, his heart heavy. He turned to Jane, Dr. Selvig, and Darcy, who had rushed outside upon hearing the commotion.

"Jane, contact Agent Coulson. Tell him to help evacuate the town immediately. We need all the help we can get to avoid a tragedy."

Jane nodded without hesitation but looked at Thor with worry. "What about you?"

"I can't leave. The Destroyer is here for me. If you stay, you'll be in danger."

"But—"

"Jane, listen to him," Dr. Selvig interrupted, gripping her arm. His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Jane nodded. She and Darcy helped Dr. Selvig into the car, braving the storm as they drove off toward the town. Jane quickly pulled out her phone to make the call.

Thor watched their car disappear into the rain.

Boom!

A deafening crash echoed across the town, followed by the panicked screams of its residents. Thor didn't hesitate. He sprinted toward the source of the destruction, determination fueling every step.

...

At the S.H.I.E.L.D. camp miles away, Coulson rushed toward the crater where Mjölnir was being studied.

The hammer, once dormant, now crackled with electricity. Arcs of lightning danced along its surface, and the air around it shimmered with raw energy.

Coulson frowned. "What's happening?"

A nearby researcher, clearly shaken, hesitated before answering. "Sir, during routine testing, the magnetic field surrounding the hammer became unstable. Now it's..."

"It's what?" Coulson demanded.

"It's... reacting. It feels like it's about to fly away."

"Fly away?" Coulson repeated, his confusion deepening.

From the observation tower, Clint Barton—Hawkeye—descended using a grappling hook. He landed gracefully and approached Coulson.

"He's not lying," Barton said, his voice steady. "Whatever's happening, it's not us."

Coulson nodded, trusting Barton's assessment. His mind, however, drifted to another figure.

Thor Odinson.

If Mjölnir was reacting like this, Thor had to be involved.

Before Coulson could ponder further, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered swiftly.