"Hey, how are you guys?"
Standing before the well-fed Thor and his companions were Andre and Max Dillon — neither wearing superhero costumes.
"Who are you?" Thor tilted his head, already eager to start his second round of drinking.
The bar? Leave that to me!
"Were you the ones who just paid our bill?" Darcy Lewis asked, looking at the two men suspiciously.
"Yes," Andre said with a nod. "We have something we'd like to discuss with Thor."
The God of Thunder!
At the mention of his name, Thor's eyes lit up, a mischievous grin forming on his face.
"Alright then, of course," he said, though his expression made it clear — there's nothing in this for me.
"We've already prepared the drinks."
"Oh? Then let's go!" Thor stood immediately, ready to follow them.
Darcy quickly stopped him, and Thor looked puzzled.
"Aren't you afraid of them? Aren't you afraid it might be dangerous?" she asked.
Danger?
Thor chuckled to himself. What danger could possibly threaten me?
He was the first to conquer the Nine Realms.
The son of Odin.
He feared nothing.
"Not afraid," he said confidently, waving his hand.
Jane tried to stop him too, but seeing Thor's determination, she sighed and gave up.
Darcy whispered to Jane, "I think it's because of their build — that's why he's going with them so easily."
Jane glanced at Thor's muscular body… then at the two men across from him.
"Fair enough," she murmured.
As for the fact that they called the God of Thunder simply "Thor," both women subconsciously ignored it.
Thor followed them out and got into the car.
They arrived at a bar. Thor glanced around, puzzled.
"Strange, where is everyone?" he asked. He had been here before — it was usually packed. Today, it was empty.
Still, Thor didn't care. He plopped onto the couch and shouted, "Drink!"
Andre and Max exchanged a glance — both could read the same thought in the other's eyes.
"This guy really doesn't see himself as a guest, huh?"
Andre waved for someone to bring the drinks.
"Cold ones!"
Thor grabbed the beer and downed it enthusiastically — one frosty mug after another.
Max joined him for a few rounds, while Andre stuck to cola and slushies.
They didn't speak. Thor wasn't in any rush either — he wasn't afraid of tricks or ambushes. With his strength, he could knock both of them out with a single strike.
"You're the God of Thunder from Asgard," Andre began slowly, taking a sip of his cola. "As an Earthling, I just wanted to share a drink — and make a friend."
Thor's interest was piqued. The man's ability reminded him of a sorcerer's power.
As for friendship — if the man was strong, then yes, Thor would consider it.
If not… then forget it.
He was a god, after all. A benevolent one perhaps — but not one who befriended mere mortals of Midgard.
"Are you a sorcerer?" Thor asked.
"No. It's something else — telekinesis," Andre said.
He waved his hand, and every object in the room began to float — even Thor himself rose into the air.
"Ha! Impressive, brother!" Thor laughed heartily. "You've got my attention — I will gladly be your friend!"
Thor sat back down, now eyeing Max Dillon.
Max smirked and flashed — electricity crackled over his body.
"Lightning!"
Thor's eyes widened with delight.
Andre and Max exchanged another uneasy glance.
Wait… shouldn't he be insulted right now? Shouldn't he be saying, "My lightning is stronger than yours!"? Why does he look so happy?
Thor jumped up, rushed to Max, and grabbed his hands.
"Quickly!"
"What?" both Andre and Max said in confusion.
"Charge me with lightning! Come on, do it!" Thor shouted, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"What? You sure?" Max hesitated, clearly confused.
"Yes, yes! Don't worry — just give me a jolt!"
Thor motioned with his hands for Max to strike him with lightning.
"Well… okay then," Max muttered helplessly.
"Come on! I can't wait!" Thor was nearly bouncing.
Andre looked between them.
Are gods always this weird?
Even though this "god" currently had no powers, he was acting like a kid in a candy store.
"Alright, here it comes!"
Electricity exploded around Max Dillon as he transformed into pure energy.
A flash — BOOM!
Thor was sent flying backward.
Max had held back, using only enough power to knock him down without killing him. Still, the impact was massive.
Thor lay sprawled on the floor, body tingling with numbness.
"I'm fine!" he groaned. "Just… come over and keep the current flowing!"
He could feel a faint spark running through him — and that made him ecstatic.
Though paralyzed from the shock, he couldn't hide his joy.
Max crouched beside him, focusing energy into his fingertips. "Alright, we'll try step by step, okay?"
"Whatever," Thor said carelessly. "I am the God of Thunder — I fear nothing."
Zzzzt!
"More! Stronger!" Thor shouted.
"This is your idea!"
Max increased the voltage, channeling the current straight into Thor's body.
Zzzzt… crackle… snap!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Yes! I can feel the thunder calling me!" Thor screamed in exhilaration.
"Oh, yes!"
"I can feel it coming!"
Thor's eyes glowed faintly blue as electricity coursed through his veins. He thrust his right hand into the air—
"Come to me… Mjölnir!"
A moment of silence—then a distant rumble.
A grin crept onto Thor's face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh—!"
BOOM!
A man lay on the ground, charred black, hair standing straight up, foam at his mouth.
"Uh… he looks dizzy," Andre muttered, floating over to nudge him with his foot.
Max just turned away wordlessly. He honestly didn't know what to say.
Nathan Hawke entered from outside, glancing at the unconscious Thor.
He smiled faintly, striding forward. "My medical team's on the way."
"This late?" Andre asked skeptically, eyeing Nathan warily.
Max gave Nathan a knowing look — he understood what Nathan was planning.
"It's fine," Nathan said lightly. "Thor's tough. He'll be awake by morning."
He smiled as Thor was carried out on a stretcher, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
This was perfect — now S.H.I.E.L.D. would have reason to act.
Thor's recruitment into the Superhero Initiative fit neatly into Nathan's plan.
Good, he thought. The mighty Thor — a celebrity name like no other.
Especially in the 21st century.
Entertainment, entertainment, and more entertainment.
For the sake of "sustainable influence," Nathan almost felt like shaving his head bald — and laughed out loud at the thought of his own shamelessness.
The next morning, Thor shielded his eyes from the sunlight and slowly sat up.
He heard the sound of a knife slicing through an apple.
"You're awake?"
He turned — a man was sitting there.
A man less handsome than himself, slicing an apple.
The man placed the peeled apple into a bowl.
"Would you like some hot water first?" Nathan asked.
"Beer," Thor said immediately. "Hot beer."
"Eat the apple first."
Thor took the apple and bit off half of it in one go.
"I thought I'd regain my powers… but nothing happened."
His tone dimmed; his gaze dropped.
Nathan held out a book.
"Maybe you should take a look — see what kind of being you really are in this story."
"In truth, you're getting close."
"But exactly how close — that's something you'll have to figure out yourself."
It was a Hans Christian Andersen-style retelling of Thor's story — written by Nathan Hawke himself.
"When you finish that one, there's another waiting for you," Nathan said, pointing to a second book on the table without explaining further.
"I want beer," Thor repeated, looking up at him.
"You'll get it," Nathan said with a smile. "But not yet — I can't serve a god something ordinary."
He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Thor chuckled softly at the man's words.
Now, he was no longer the first to conquer the Nine Realms, nor the mighty son of Odin, the invincible warrior of Asgard.
"Ha…" he sighed, glancing down at the book's cover — an image of himself wielding Mjölnir, radiant and heroic.
He turned it over in his hands and began to read under the morning sun.
Meanwhile, Nathan Hawke entered another room — the Umbrella research chamber.
He checked the blood sample storage tubes, watched over by heavily armed Umbrella elite units guarding the cryogenic chamber.
"When will Wesker arrive?" Nathan asked.
"In about an hour."
"Good. I'll wait here."
The guards nodded silently.
Thor's blood was critical — Nathan hoped to discover something unique in it, something that could help reverse-engineer their virus.
As for whether Odin would notice — Nathan didn't care.
Suddenly, there was noise outside.
"Thor! Thor! We've come to rescue you!"
The Umbrella squad immediately loaded their weapons.
The captain rushed to Nathan's side.
"Boss."
"No," Nathan said calmly, raising a hand. "I know who it is."
He walked out and opened the door.
"You can't come in here!" a guard shouted.
Boom!
A body flew past and landed beside Nathan.
"You alright?" Nathan asked.
"I'm fine, boss," the guard groaned, clutching his chest.
"You!" shouted a voice. "Where is Thor?"
Nathan looked up — standing before him were the Three Warriors of Asgard and Lady Sif.
"Enemies, sir?" Andre appeared at Nathan's side.
Zzzzt!
Electro flashed into view, electricity crackling as he faced the Asgardians.
"You here to cause trouble? Or just visiting?" he said coldly.
The three warriors looked confused.
Sif frowned but replied, "On our way to Midgard, a woman told us Thor might be here."
Andre said casually, "I already told Thor's girlfriend — he's here."
"Girlfriend?" Sif's eyes widened.
"So, where is Thor?" she demanded.
Nathan turned to Andre, who looked guilty under his gaze.
"Ha. You really don't mind worrying them, do you?" Nathan said knowingly.
He understood perfectly — Andre had clearly gone to see Darcy Lewis last night.
"Take them to see Thor," Nathan ordered. "But they can only watch from outside. Don't disturb him."
"Yes, boss," Andre replied, then gestured to the Asgardians. "Come with me — but don't interrupt Thor."
The three warriors exchanged confused looks, while Sif's face grew darker.
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