Chapter 154: You Missed Your Chance

Chapter 154: You Missed Your Chance

(If you're not enjoying the Marvel arc, feel free to skip to the next world. The last few chapters are free to read.)



"Shi, I don't think you're asking me to help you chase down Thor, are you?"

Luk furrowed his brow, sensing something amiss. This scene felt oddly familiar, like he had just experienced it.

"Do you know what I'm going to say?" Sif replied with a mix of surprise and confirmation, validating Luk's suspicions.

Was this a premonition or some kind of doppelganger attack?

"Of course, Sif, the only woman among the Four Warriors of Asgard. Your name is recorded in Earth's mythology. Let me think for a moment."

Luk raised his hand, signaling Sif to be quiet, and closed his eyes, trying to connect with his two Earth-based avatars...

"Oh ho~"

The connection was severed. He couldn't sense his Earth avatars, and they probably couldn't sense him either. It seemed the premonition theory was out.

Luk rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment before amplifying his senses. But he felt nothing out of the ordinary.

Time loop?

An endless August?

Killer Queen's Third Bomb—Eater of the Defeated?

None of these seemed quite right. Just as he was thinking, Sif, who had been standing on the sidelines, interrupted his thoughts.

"Magician Luk, are you willing to help me chase down Thor?"

Luk, annoyed by the sudden time loop, sighed and looked at Sif. "Sif, why can't I help you?"

"What do you mean?"

Luk knelt on one knee, gently holding Sif's hand, his eyes filled with feigned sincerity. "The moment I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love. Sif, you embody the resilience and courage of a warrior, and the grace and beauty of a woman. Can I have the chance to spend my life with you?"

Sif, stunned by the sudden declaration, was at a loss. "You were rolling around in bed with my dozen friends all night yesterday..."

How could this magician Luk have the nerve to say such things after just pulling up his pants?

"Yesterday's me is not today's me. Once my physical desires were satisfied, the only image that flashed in my mind was your face, your every smile and laugh vividly etched in my memory."

Luk's expression remained unchanged, his voice sincere yet dismissive, his smile tinged with disdain.

"It sounds like you're describing a dead person... Sorry, but I have to decline. I already have someone I like."

"Such a pity," Luk sighed regretfully. "It's alright, as long as you're happy. You mentioned something about helping you chase Thor?"

"That's not necessary."

Sif left with a sour expression. She had come to seek help, but now she found it hard to ask after just rejecting a declaration of love.

She couldn't exactly beg for help right after turning someone down!

Once Sif was gone, Luk returned to his room and found Skadi lying on the floor, covered in dirt. He patted her cheek.

"Come on, wake up. Tell me where the Ancient One is sleeping."

"Give me a break, find someone else, let me rest..."

Skadi groaned with her eyes closed, biting and sucking on Luk's finger.

Luk: ...

Upon reflection, a time loop wasn't such a big deal. He decided to see if it would resolve itself.

...

In the banquet hall, Thor opened his eyes, wincing at the throbbing headache from his hangover.

Through blurry vision, he saw Loki standing straight, silently observing the hall. The iron candlesticks, the plain tables, the leftover food, and the nearly empty drinks. Asgardian warriors were sprawled out on the ground, and there was Thor himself.

"Loki, help me up."

Thor's head ached, and he rubbed his eyes. He had overindulged the previous night, drinking the thousand-year-old vintage of Asgard. He still felt a bit dizzy.

"Sure, brother."

Hearing Thor's voice, Loki turned to him, smiling and extending his hand.

Thor was taken aback by the way Loki addressed him and opened his eyes wide. Loki wasn't dressed as neatly as usual, and he lacked the usual pretentious elegance. Instead, he looked relaxed and at ease, almost...

Thor's limited vocabulary struggled to describe it, but if he had to, it would be "peaceful"?

Golden sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows of the banquet hall, casting a divine glow on Loki's face. For a moment, Thor felt as though his brother had a profound, almost sacred aura, as if he had seen through everything, experienced the trials of life, and returned to a state of initial peace.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Loki smiled, extending his hand. "I'm not a snake right now, so there's no need to stare at me like that."

"Uh, nothing."

Thor grabbed Loki's hand and pulled himself up, scratching his head. "Actually, ever since you turned into a snake and stabbed me, I haven't been a big fan of snakes."

Loki raised an eyebrow, amused. "What do you like, then? I can transform into it for you, okay?"

He offered a suggestion. "How about I turn into Mjolnir? That way, you can have two hammers in your hands."

Two Mjolnirs!

Thor's heart raced as he imagined himself wielding two Thunder Hammers, descending from the sky to dominate the battlefield. After a fierce internal struggle, he managed to suppress the idea.

"No, one Mjolnir is enough."

With Loki's magical abilities, transforming into Mjolnir would just make it an ordinary hammer. When needed, he could always use Loki as a human weapon, and he quite enjoyed their "rescue games."

The "rescue game" was a common trick used by Thor and Loki. In essence, Loki would pretend to be injured, and Thor would support him, feigning weakness to lull their enemies into a false sense of security before using Loki as a weapon to smash them.

It was highly effective, but it did take a toll on Loki!

Thor couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt when he thought this, and he could have sworn he saw a slight twitch at the corner of Loki's mouth.

"Brother, you treat Mjolnir like a partner. It's almost as if you're in a relationship with it."

"Am I? I don't think so!"

Thor didn't seem convinced. He only carried Mjolnir when he was eating, drinking, getting up, greeting, attending meetings, fighting, sleeping, bathing, jerking off, chatting, or using the toilet.

Otherwise, he avoided touching Mjolnir as much as possible.

Well, mostly avoided it!

"You should consider finding some new romantic interests instead of fixating on a hammer. At the very least, your partner should be a humanoid being."

"Thor never puts down his hammer!"

Thor shrugged, and Mjolnir, sensing its master's call, flew from the table into his hand. The familiar weight brought a sense of reassurance, and he flashed a genial smile.

Facing a Loki who was speaking normally and not sarcastically was oddly disconcerting for Thor, leaving him feeling a bit empty.

"Loki, are you thinking about trying to lift Mjolnir again?"

Loki's eyes held a hint of exasperation. "No, I've long given up on that obsession."

"You're still pretending. I knew you used to sneak and touch my hammer while I was asleep!"

Loki: "..."

Loki's face flushed with embarrassment. "That was a long time ago. Why bring it up now?"

Mjolnir, the most precious treasure of Asgard, was also the most capricious. It would gladly welcome those who could lift it, but for those who couldn't, like Loki, even their greatest efforts would be in vain.

To Loki's shame, he had once been a devoted admirer of Mjolnir, but the hammer showed no regard for his status as the second prince of Asgard. Despite countless attempts, he always failed.

Even a slight movement would have been a victory!

It felt like trying to break into a house, only to find the door firmly locked, while the person inside was happily playing on their phone, completely ignoring you.

Seeing the familiar look of being caught on Loki's face, Thor felt a sense of relief.

"Nothing, just that you seem different today."

Loki raised an eyebrow, curious. "In a good way or a bad way?"

"Good."

Thor waved Mjolnir, his expression a bit strange. "Did you notice that you've been calling me 'brother' today?"

"What's wrong with calling you brother?"

There was a lot wrong with it!

Thor's face grew serious. Loki wasn't calling him "dear brother," "honorable elder brother," "great son of Odin, my divine heir brother," but simply "brother." This felt unnervingly different.

"At first, I thought maybe the alcohol had scrambled your brain or you were under some spell that made you more obedient."

"I wasn't that much of a troublemaker before!"

Loki's face showed a bit more emotion. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly broke into a mischievous grin, reminiscent of his past pranks.

"Brother, I lied earlier. I still have a bit of an obsession with Mjolnir. Can I try lifting the hammer again?"

"Sure, why not..."

Thor was about to hand over Mjolnir when he suddenly shivered, his hairs standing on end, a strong sense of danger washing over him.

It was hard to describe, but it felt like he was about to send his beautifully dressed girlfriend to the house of a yellow-haired man and then drink the tea the yellow-haired man offered.

Loki: (￣︶￣)



Thor: (-﹏-`；)



"Never mind, Loki."

Thor muttered, "You'll just cry if you can't lift it."

Loki snorted. If he could lift it, Thor would be the one crying.

"Hey, Thor!"

A sweet female voice called out, and Sif, clad in armor, looked hesitant.

"Sif, what's wrong?"

Sif hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage. "Luk the Mage just confessed to me."

Thor: (Д)



What a twist, one of his brothers confessing to another!

Oh right, Sif is a girl!

But still, no way!

"It's not a good idea, Sif. Luk is an excellent warrior... uh, mage, and can be a great friend, but he would not be a good partner. I saw him return to his room with a dozen women last night!"

Sif's face brightened. "Would you feel very angry if I were to be with Luk?"

"Of course!"

"What if..."

Sif's eyes flicked to Thor's hammer and Loki's encouraging gaze, her face turning red.

She couldn't say it in front of the hammer and Loki!

"Never mind, I'll go train."

Sif fled the scene.

Loki sighed as he watched her retreating back.

You had the chance, but you didn't take it!

(End of Chapter)

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