Chapter 57 – The Worth of a God
The sun dipped lower over the desert, painting the sky with streaks of gold and orange. A soft wind carried the smell of sand and hot metal across a quiet roadside cafe. Agent Phil Coulson sat outside at a metal table, stirring his coffee. Across from him, Natasha Romanoff leaned back in her chair, sunglasses hiding her eyes as she scrolled through the latest field report on a tablet.
"They should be eating at that diner right now," she said quietly.
Coulson nodded, taking a sip. "Good. Let's hope it stays that way for at least an hour."
He had barely finished speaking when the calm shattered.
A sharp metallic whine echoed from above, followed by a deep thud as something heavy landed near the cafe. Dust kicked up around the parking lot, rattling a few parked cars. Both agents stood instantly, hands moving to their weapons.
From the haze emerged Iron Man, armor glinting faintly in the sunset. Behind him came the giant in gold, Gaius, his steps deep and deliberate, each one pressing the sand flat beneath his boots. Walking beside them was a tall man in a torn red plaid shirt and jeans, his hair windswept, his bearing proud.
Natasha lowered the tablet she was holding, slightly, brows knitting. "Well, so much for my coffee time."
Coulson blinked, then stepped forward. "Didn't you just come from the site?" he asked, eyeing Tony. "What's going on?"
Tony's faceplate slid open, his voice quick and irritated. "Bring us back to the hammer site. Now."
"Already?" Coulson frowned. "You didn't finish or even started eating. And… who's this guy?" he asked, nodding at the tall stranger beside them.
Tony gave a dry laugh. "Didn't have time for dinner. Turns out this guy's Loki's brother. You know, the same Loki that our golden friend here fought at the crater."
That made Coulson pause. His eyes flicked toward Thor, then back at Tony. "He's Loki's brother? Then… wait." His eyes widened slightly as realization hit. "That makes him~"
Thor straightened proudly, cutting in before Coulson could finish. "I am Thor, son of Odin. The God of Thunder, protector of Asgard. And I command you, mortal, bring us to my Mjölnir."
Coulson blinked twice. "Mjölnir? …Oh, the hammer."
Thor gave a single firm nod. "Aye. The weapon that was sent with me."
Tony sighed and waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, let's move.."
Coulson hesitated for a moment longer before gesturing toward the direction of the quinjet, where they landed. "Alright. Let's go."
The quinjet flew through the fading desert light. When they finally landednear the perimeter lights of the crater, Clint Barton was already there, leaning against a jeep, bow slung over his shoulder. He looked up as Coulson stepped down.
"What's going on?" Clint asked. "You just left and came back immediately."
Coulson nodded toward the approaching figures. "That's Loki's brother. The one Gaius fought earlier before he vanished."
Clint's brow rose. "Brother? Asgard again?"
"Yeah," Coulson said, exhaling. "And he wants his hammer back."
They both watched as Thor climbed the small ridge overlooking the crater. Gaius and Tony followed behind him, keeping a careful distance.
The hammer sat in the center, gleaming faintly in the light. The moment Thor saw it, his expression changed, relief mixed with pride. He stepped forward, spreading his arms slightly.
"Now," he said, his voice echoing across the empty site, "you will see that I am no liar. I am Thor of Asgard, and this is Mjölnir, my companion and my power."
Tony crossed his arms. "Showtime."
Thor reached down and gripped the hammer's handle. The metal felt familiar against his skin. A small smile touched his lips as he tightened his hold and pulled.
Nothing happened.
The smile faded. He frowned, pulling again, harder this time. Still nothing.
His breath quickened. Sweat rolled down his temple as he braced his feet and gripped with both hands. The sound of straining muscles filled the silence, but Mjölnir didn't budge an inch.
Tony finally sighed. "Any day now, Sparkles."
Thor ignored him, giving one last roar of effort, pulling with everything he had left. But the hammer remained still. At last, he let go, stumbling slightly. His shoulders slumped as he stared at the weapon that once defined him.
Tony tilted his head. "So, uh… what's the lesson here? Hammer's ghosted you?"
Thor said nothing. His knees hit the dirt, eyes locked on Mjölnir. For the first time since arriving on Midgard, there was no pride in his face, only disbelief. The silence that followed was heavy, almost painful.
Tony glanced at Gaius. "This is… pretty pathetic, huh?"
But Gaius didn't respond. His gaze wasn't on Thor or the hammer. His helm turned slowly, facing the direction of the distant hills. His voice came low and even.
"…I sense it again."
"Sense what?" Tony asked.
Gaius didn't answer. In a sudden blur of motion, he started running, his massive form moving faster than any normal man could. Each step sent small vibrations through the ground, leaving deep prints in the sand.
Tony blinked. "Wait, hey! Where are you going!?"
When the giant didn't stop, Tony cursed and shot into the air, following the trail of dust. "You could say something before sprinting off!"
The SHIELD agents watched the two vanish into the distance. Coulson exhaled. "And there goes our quiet evening."
Gaius came to a halt near the edge of a small ridge overlooking the nearby town. His golden armor caught the last rays of sunlight, gleaming faintly as the wind carried dust around his feet. His helm turned slowly, eyes locking onto figures walking below.
Four strangers, a woman and three men, dressed in strange armor that wasn't of Earth. They walked with purpose, their movements disciplined, powerful. To anyone else, they would look human. But to Gaius, their presence was clear, they carried the same divine energy as the one called Thor though far weaker.
Tony landed beside him, faceplate lifting. "Alright, big guy, what did you~"
He stopped mid-sentence, spotting the group below. "Oh… great. More of them."
Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg, stood together at the edge of the desert road. The air around them shimmered faintly from the recent passage through the Bifrost. Sand crunched under their boots as they surveyed the unfamiliar land.
Volstagg grumbled, brushing sand from his beard. "By the Norns, Midgard is far warmer than the stories said."
Fandral smirked. "Perhaps the stories didn't expect you to eat half a feast before coming here."
Sif ignored them, scanning the horizon. "Focus. Thor's presence lingers here, faint but near. Loki forbade us from coming, which means it was the right thing to do."
Hogun nodded. "Odin sleeps, and Loki sits the throne. Deceit follows his every word. If Thor is truly cast out, then we bring him home ourselves."
Before any of them could reply, the ground trembled softly. The vibration grew stronger, rhythmic, a deep metallic thud like footsteps from something immense.
They turned toward the dunes.
At the top of the hill, a massive figure appeared, gleaming gold in the fading light. His armor burned like the sun itself, the faint blue of his heraldry etched with ancient symbols. The air around him seemed to hum, filled with quiet power.
He leaped down the slope in a single bound. The impact cracked the hard earth beneath him, a shockwave of dust and sand bursting outward.
The four Asgardians stepped back instinctively, weapons raised. Sif drew her blade, her voice steady but wary. "Identify yourself, giant. Friend or foe?"
Gaius straightened, silent and still, the BLUE glow of his visor reflecting their faces. The weight of his presence pressed against them like a storm front. For a moment, no one moved, only the whisper of wind and the faint hum of Iron Man's thrusters approaching from behind.
The two sides faced one another, the warrior of Asgard and the warrior of the Emperor.
End of Chapter 57 – "The Worth of a God."
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