Harry swung Mjolnir through the air in a neat arc, looking smug as he said to Loki, "What's wrong, Mr. Mischievous Reindeer—seeing me this close with Mjolnir you've been dying for… are you jealous?"
Loki stared darkly at Mjolnir, gritting his teeth.
"Don't get cocky too soon, Harry. This hammer is only staying with you for a brief moment. Its true owner is the one who can lead Asgard to glory—and that person is me, Loki, the God of Mischief!
"Now, as Asgard's second prince, I order you to hand over Mjolnir. It is an important treasure of Asgard and absolutely cannot be allowed to fall into foreign hands.
"If you insist on going your own way and try to seize Mjolnir by force… then you will be treated as declaring war on Asgard!"
Hearing Loki's words, Harry put on a terrified face as if he'd been scared out of his mind. He took a step back, throat tightening, and said shakily, "Alright, Your Highness Prince Loki. I'll return Mjolnir right away. You're right—such an important treasure should belong to Asgard."
"Good. At least you know what's good for you." Loki's expression remained calm, a satisfied smile on his face—though inside he was extremely wary, quietly on guard against Harry, afraid Harry was about to pull some trick.
In Loki's memory, Harry was a nightmare to deal with—sharp-minded and difficult, nothing like that brave-but-brainless pig Thor. How could he possibly hand over Mjolnir so easily?
Sure enough, the very next second, the scene around Harry changed.
Endless lightning answered his call, gathering wildly around him, coiling and converging with him at the center.
The bolts intertwined, sketching out orderly electromagnetic fields. Dense electromagnetic force poured continuously onto Mjolnir.
That was the opening move of an electromagnetic railgun!
A scene flashed through Loki's mind—Thor had been taken down not long ago by exactly that kind of shot.
Loki's face changed drastically. Forcing himself to look composed, he silently constructed defensive arrays around himself, while barking with a bluffing bravado,
"Harry Potter, do you even understand what you're doing?! You dare lay a hand on Asgard's second prince—Loki, the future Allfather!
"Stop immediately, or else the Allfather Odin will make you pay a bitter price for this stupidity!"
Harry wore a teasing smile, shook his head lightly, and mocked, "Your Highness the Second Princess, take a good look—I'm genuinely delivering Mjolnir to you!
"Catch it properly, alright? As for the Allfather Odin, he's always fair and reasonable. I'm sure he won't mind me helping him properly 'discipline' his naughty second daughter!"
"Wait!" Loki shouted urgently, still trying to talk him down—but it was too late.
The electromagnetic railgun was fully charged.
Mjolnir itself contained tremendous power over lightning. Now, as it fused with Harry's lightning magic, the two amplified each other, boosting the railgun's power yet again!
In the next instant, a blinding flash flared like a miniature sun, turning everything nearby into bright daylight.
Wrapped in thick, crackling plasma, Mjolnir broke the sound barrier in a heartbeat, tearing through the air as it screamed toward Loki!
In the blink of an eye, Mjolnir slammed head-on into Loki's first defensive array—boom! The array shattered like brittle glass, dissolving into countless streaks of light.
Then, without slowing at all, Mjolnir smashed into the second and third arrays in rapid succession. Layer after layer tried to stop it, and every single one was broken as easily as paper.
After punching through all those defenses, Mjolnir crashed into Loki with a thunderous impact, launching him straight out.
Loki smashed through the wall behind him, then burst through the perimeter fence, his body carving an arc through the air before vanishing into the vast darkness under the night sky.
Staring at the wreckage, Coulson looked utterly helpless and couldn't stop himself from complaining,
"Consultant Potter, next time please don't attack inside a building. When you get impulsive, we end up spending a huge amount of time repairing everything. We're planning to keep using this military base.
"And also… the God of Mischief got hit by an electromagnetic railgun. Are you sure he won't be seriously hurt? I really don't want to see Kamar-Taj and Asgard locked in a fight to the death."
Harry shook his head. With a casual flick, he cast Reparo and restored the damaged base as if it were nothing, then said matter-of-factly,
"This level of damage isn't a problem for a sorcerer. It's repaired with a wave of the hand. Coulson—you need to get used to your new life as a sorcerer.
"As for Loki, he's obviously fine. Are you underestimating him? As the God of Mischief, he has a powerful body, solid close-combat skills, and he's extremely strong in magic too—he's even called the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms.
"After getting weakened by all those defensive arrays, that railgun shot at most gives him a light injury. A serious injury is impossible, and death? That's pure fantasy."
For some reason, Coulson felt that when Harry said "the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms," his tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Probably because Harry didn't acknowledge Loki's "greatest sorcerer" title at all. Which made sense—Loki couldn't even beat Harry, let alone Harry's teacher, the current Sorcerer Supreme.
Just then, Thor also heard the noise outside. He walked out of the room and asked in confusion, "What happened out there?"
Thor was just a mortal now. Without divine power reinforcing his body, he couldn't sense anything beyond the room.
Harry smiled brightly, clearly enjoying himself. "Your little brother came to visit you. Come on—let's go see what kind of condition Her Highness the Second Princess is in."
The three of them passed through the shattered wall and saw a deep trench carved into the ground, winding forward. Following the trench, they reached the edge of a huge crater.
There, the noble second princess of Asgard lay sprawled in the center of the pit, face up toward the sky, quietly contemplating life.
It turned out Harry's guess was right—the railgun shot had only lightly injured Loki. With Loki's ridiculous physical toughness, his wounds were already mostly healed by now.
The reason he was still lying there was simple:
There was a hammer sitting on his chest—Mjolnir.
Loki hadn't been acknowledged by Mjolnir. It wasn't heavy enough to crush him into paste, but moving it so he could stand up was absolutely impossible.
Right now, he could barely even cast magic—because the runes carved into Mjolnir were designed to absorb and seal energy.
And magic is energy, too.
"Loki!"
The moment Thor spotted his brother lying at the bottom of the crater, delight flashed in his eyes. Without thinking, he leapt straight down into the pit.
Out of long habit, he instinctively reached for Mjolnir, intending to lift it and pull Loki out of this awkward situation.
Back in Asgard, when the two brothers wrestled and messed around, Thor used this move on Loki all the time—and that was one reason Loki had always been so obsessed with Mjolnir.
But when Thor strained, really strained, and Mjolnir didn't budge at all, Thor immediately went slack-jawed like Loki, his face turning gray as he quietly contemplated life.
He'd almost forgotten.
He'd lost his divine power too. Mjolnir had abandoned him as well.
After a long while, Thor sighed helplessly and looked at Harry with a hint of pleading. "Harry… please. Help me out. Let Loki up."
Harry clicked his tongue, but still summoned Mjolnir back, allowing Loki to stand again.
Unlike Loki, who hated Thor, Thor genuinely liked his sly, clever little brother.
Right now, Thor was beaming. He walked up quickly, patted Loki's shoulder affectionately, and asked with a grin, "Loki, why are you here?"
Loki first shot Harry a vicious glare. Seeing Harry looking like he might strike again, Loki immediately turned away and looked at Thor with a wounded expression. "Thor… I had to see you."
Seeing Loki like that, a vague sense of dread rose in Thor's heart. He asked anxiously, "What happened? Is it about Jotunheim? I need to explain everything to Father—"
Loki cut him off quickly, voice heavy with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Thor. Father is dead."
Thor froze as if struck by lightning. He staggered, his face instantly filled with grief and disbelief. "What?"
"You were banished, and war is about to erupt again. He couldn't endure it. You don't need to blame yourself—I know you loved him. I tried to tell him that, but he wouldn't listen.
"Mjolnir is right here, but you can't lift it anymore. Instead, it's being used by a hateful Midgardian. Now… only I can inherit the throne."
Thor had zero interest in the throne. All he wanted was to see his Allfather. He pleaded, "Can I go home?"
"Sending you away from Asgard was Jotunheim's ceasefire demand. And Mother… she won't allow you back either. Goodbye, my brother. I'm truly sorry…"
As the words fell, Loki's body became hazy and faint, fading from the spot and teleporting away to some unknown place.
Watching Loki leave, Thor looked as if his soul had been torn out. He stood there for a long time without moving, slipping back into that earlier blank, dazed, hollow state.
Harry was speechless. He complained, "Hey, Thor… don't tell me you actually believed Loki's nonsense?"
Harry's words pulled Thor back slightly. Thor said blankly, "Loki is my own brother. How could he lie to me about something like this? My Allfather… he really is…"
His voice grew softer and softer, thick with sorrow.
Harry: "…"
"Seriously, he's the God of Mischief! How can you trust the God of Mischief—even if he's your brother?!" Harry choked, face full of black lines as he snapped back.
Thor froze, finally understanding what Harry meant. In an instant, light flared in his dim eyes, and he asked urgently, "You mean… my Allfather is actually still alive?"
"Of course. A figure as powerful as the Allfather Odin doesn't just 'die' quietly. It would shake everything.
"The energy systems of the Nine Realms would fall into chaos—violent fluctuations across all kinds of forces. The seals he personally set would weaken drastically without his divine power sustaining them, possibly even collapse completely…
"But up until now, I haven't sensed anything abnormal at all. So Odin has most likely entered the Odinsleep—not died."
"Really? That's great!" Thor didn't look angry at all about being deceived. Instead, he looked delighted, so excited his voice even rose a few pitches.
Harry had already noticed the strange look Coulson was giving him from the side.
Fine. He took back what he said earlier.
What wisdom does Thor have?
Now it was obvious—thinking that was completely wrong!
He was just a brainless big golden retriever.
"Where are you going next?" Harry asked, sounding a little concerned. "Do you want to stay at Kamar-Taj for now? I think my teacher would welcome you as a guest."
What surprised Harry was that Thor shook his head and refused. "No. I have a better place to go. I met a really wonderful girl on Earth—I'm going to find her."
Harry: "???"
You're thousands of years old, and you still want to date a 'little girl' who's only a few decades old?
Don't tell me you want that girl to be the one "driving the big rig"?
What are you, a pervert?!
But Harry didn't stop him. He just waved his hand, signaling Thor to do whatever he wanted and go wherever he pleased.
Even though their age gap was absurd, if both sides were willing and it didn't break any laws, Harry had no right to meddle.
After that, under Coulson's hesitant, almost-wanting-to-speak stare, Harry opened a portal and vanished in a flash, returning to his seaside villa and throwing himself entirely into researching Mjolnir.
A few days later, just as he'd started to figure out some of its secrets, his phone suddenly rang.
Coulson's voice came through the call—different from last time, urgently panicked.
"Emergency situation—requesting help! Consultant Potter, a big tin can is on Earth killing people!"
Harry: "???"
A big tin can? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
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