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Chapter 112: At Least, Not in Front of the Wronged Party
🕑 Added 2026-01-04 15:26:13 +0000 UTCDon’t let Thor’s usual recklessness fool you into thinking he’s some brainless brute.
As the noble prince of Asgard, he had received the highest level of education in the universe since childhood. How could he possibly know nothing?
Not only did he have extensive command experience—an unquestionable master of strategy—but he also possessed knowledge across multiple civilizations spanning galaxies. He had even studied the mysteries of the three great cosmic empires in depth.
And although Thor rarely used magic and didn’t treat it as his primary combat method, that didn’t mean he was incapable of it.
Relying on the divine power within his body, he could skillfully wield Asgard’s unique magic. Even if his magical attainments were somewhat inferior to Loki, the God of Mischief, his magical power was still far greater than that of ordinary Asgardian sorcerers.
Thor usually acted reckless, like a hotheaded meathead, because he was too arrogant—his overconfident brain told him that when there was a problem, he could just charge through it!
But now, the gears of fate suddenly turned. He had fallen to being a mortal, losing the immense power he once took pride in, and the pride of being the God of Thunder suffered a devastating blow.
Left with no choice, he had to restart his brain and seriously think through the situation in front of him. And because of that, he quickly judged that Harry wasn’t lying.
When that cruel truth sank in, Thor felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.
His face turned deathly pale, his eyes hollow, as if his soul had been knocked out of him. At that moment, even the calming spell Harry had used earlier could no longer keep him peaceful for even a second.
Thor slowly raised his hands, staring at them in a daze.
Once, these hands had been infinitely strong—strong enough to smash an outer-space meteor with a single punch. Now they felt weaker than ever, so powerless that even Mjolnir refused to be used by him.
Thor lifted his head. His boots sank deep into the mud as he stared up into the sky through the torrential rain, as if trying to see the sacred realm of Asgard beyond the endless curtain of water.
He couldn’t help but roar, “No—my power, my hammer! Allfather, why are you doing this to me?!”
Far away in the divine realm of Asgard, the Rainbow Bridge stretched across the heavens like a brilliant ribbon of light.
Heimdall stood at the bridge’s edge as always, his gaze piercing across immeasurable distances as he observed the Nine Realms, ensuring no threat could silently approach Asgard.
Ever since Odin had exiled Thor to Midgard, Heimdall had devoted most of his attention to quietly watching Thor’s every move.
He knew Thor’s strength had been drastically weakened, leaving him extremely vulnerable. The Thor of this moment might not even be able to beat a trained Midgardian.
Heimdall’s expression was grave, his eyes locked tightly on Thor howling in the mud. Deep within those sharp pupils, a faint ripple stirred—barely noticeable.
To Heimdall, Thor carried a double meaning.
He was both Asgard’s future king—Heimdall’s future liege—and also like a child to him, someone Heimdall held with concern and expectation.
Watching Thor struggle in such pain, a thread of heartache rose in Heimdall’s chest. But more than that was a helpless, iron-forged frustration.
Thor… when will you understand?
A truly qualified king is not defined solely by glorious conquests or thunderous methods of suppressing internal chaos.
More important is humility—and a heart capable of compassion.
As king, your every choice is like a butterfly’s wings, able to stir storms across Asgard, deciding the life and death of countless subjects.
If, when that day comes, you remain as arrogant and self-assured as you are now, then you will pay a price beyond imagination.
And that price… how could you possibly bear it?
…
Inside a room at the military base, Harry sat comfortably off to the side, chewing on an apple while watching with interest as Coulson questioned Thor.
Ever since discovering that Mjolnir had abandoned him, Thor had taken the blow like a lightning strike and collapsed into total dejection. No matter what Coulson asked now, Thor remained as if soulless—no reaction, not even the slightest response.
If it were anyone else being this uncooperative, Coulson would have already used harsher measures. But Thor’s identity was special—he was the noble prince of Asgard.
If they treated him the way they treated ordinary mortals, one wrong step could easily ignite conflict between two civilizations.
After all, Earth’s military power still lagged far behind Asgard by an enormous margin.
With that gap in strength, Coulson had no choice but to act carefully, afraid that one impulsive move could bring an incalculable crisis to Earth.
Harry casually tossed the apple core aside, shook his head lightly, and spoke with a teasing smile. “Coulson, let me handle this. When you’re dealing with a victim who’s been abandoned by his ‘wife,’ you need to be gentler!”
The moment Coulson heard that, black lines practically formed across his forehead.
By now he fully understood what Mjolnir meant to Thor, and the pain of being rejected by it.
So Harry’s words sounded weird—but from a certain angle, they weren’t exactly wrong.
The problem was—
Don’t you dare claim you’ll be gentle while you’re literally playing around with the victim’s “wife” right in front of him!
Coulson’s eyes fell on the hammer in Harry’s hand as it danced nonstop, and the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably.
Forcing down his complicated feelings, he tried to keep his tone calm as he advised, “Consultant Potter, if possible, could you move Mjolnir away for now? At the very least, don’t play with her in front of the victim. The victim… Thor can’t handle that kind of stimulation right now!”
Harry ignored him, saying with annoyance, “Enough. Leave it to me. I know how to make Thor talk.”
Thor was still drowning in the pain of being abandoned by Mjolnir.
Suddenly, a familiar hammer drifted lazily into his view—wasn’t it the very Mjolnir he’d been longing for?
The instant he saw Mjolnir, the sorrow that was so thick it felt tangible melted away like spring snow.
Look—Mjolnir still loved him!
But when he instinctively reached out and firmly gripped the handle, he realized he couldn’t control Mjolnir at all. The hammer was only floating in front of him because someone else was controlling it.
Thor’s expression instantly became complicated as he slowly lifted his gaze to Harry.
There was no doubt—this was Harry’s doing.
Thor had a good impression of Harry. After all, he was a powerful sorcerer.
If he entrusted Mjolnir to Harry… maybe that wasn’t such a bad choice?
Seeing Thor finally wake up from his grief, Harry quietly sighed in relief. Still controlling Mjolnir to hover in front of Thor, he asked softly in a coaxing tone, “Thor, you don’t want to lose Mjolnir forever, do you?”
The moment anything related to Mjolnir was mentioned, Thor’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he nodded hard and said urgently, “Of course not! You… you have a way?”
Harry nodded with certainty and guided him step by step. “If you tell me why Odin exiled you and stripped you of your divine power, I’ll help you think of a way to make you regain Mjolnir’s recognition.”
Thor’s heart stirred.
He knew Harry, as the Sorcerer Supreme’s disciple, was well-informed and proficient in many powerful arts. Maybe he really did have a way to help him win Mjolnir back.
Thor fell silent for a moment, then finally told Harry everything that had happened not long ago, in full detail:
“When I was about to be crowned king, in order to prove my courage, I learned that Frost Giants had infiltrated Asgard and tried to steal the Casket of Ancient Winters. In a moment of impulse, without my father’s permission, I took Loki and a group of Asgardian warriors and charged straight into Jotunheim… and declared war on the Frost Giants.”
Harry: “…”
Coulson: “…”
For a moment, Harry was speechless. He opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
Coulson was just as stunned. The two of them looked at each other, and an awkward silence spread through the air.
They had originally thought Odin’s punishment might have been too harsh.
But now that they heard this… Odin was unbelievably merciful!
Dragging two powerful civilizations toward the abyss of war for purely personal reasons—someone that sinful deserved the ultimate penalty!
Thor caught the shift in Harry’s expression, and anxiety immediately surged in his chest. He hurriedly asked, “So… am I still salvageable?”
I’m done for. Just wait to die.
Harry really wanted to say it. But for the sake of friendship between Asgard and Kamar-Taj, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Suppressing the urge to slap this “golden retriever war criminal” into the next dimension, Harry squeezed out a smile and comforted him:
“Relax. Based on my analysis, Odin wants you to reform and comprehend what it truly means to be a king. Only after you achieve that will you have a chance to reclaim Mjolnir.”
In truth, Harry was lying through his teeth.
With Thor’s status, the moment he fell into real danger, Odin would absolutely restore his divine power without hesitation.
And in fact, even now, Harry had already sensed a gaze from a distant shore quietly falling upon Thor.
Without a doubt—Heimdall was closely monitoring everything happening here.
At that moment, Harry sharply caught a faint ripple of magic. Excitement flashed across his face as he pushed the door open and strode outside.
From above, he leaned against the railing and looked down into the meteor crater. A man in a suit stood there, frowning in confusion as he stared toward the center of the crater.
Harry curled his lips into a teasing smile, pulled out Mjolnir, and casually flipped it up and down in his hand before shouting down at Loki in the crater, “Hey, green reindeer—looking for this?”
Harry was thrilled. He knew Loki’s desire for Mjolnir was no less intense than Thor’s.
It was like a younger brother who had always coveted his “sister-in-law.” Then the older brother does something reckless and drives the “sister-in-law” away, and the younger brother thinks his chance has finally arrived—
Only for Harry to cut in, instantly winning the “sister-in-law’s” favor instead!
Harry couldn’t wait. He was dying to see Loki’s expression when Loki realized Harry could command Mjolnir freely.
Sure enough—when Loki was drawn by Harry’s shout and looked up, the moment he saw Mjolnir spinning and flying in Harry’s hand, Loki’s face twisted on the spot, and he roared in disbelief:
“Damn it—how is that possible?!”
