"So you have it too? That thing called a diary?"
Thor was visibly surprised. He hadn't expected that bizarre, mysterious item to be in the hands of so many people.
"Besides you all, are there others who possess it as well?" he asked curiously.
"As far as we know, all the diary holders are right here," Natasha explained calmly. "But whether there are others we don't know of… that's impossible to say."
The diary was far too mysterious, impossible to share or reveal to anyone else.
Unless someone's actions clearly contradicted what was written inside—or they happened to stumble upon the secret by accident, like Thor had—there was no way anyone could find out.
Even S.H.I.E.L.D., with all its vast intelligence networks, couldn't possibly know more.
"Looks like my guess was right," came Tony Stark's voice, the playboy speaking with his usual confidence. "From what we can tell, everyone chosen by the diary is either directly or indirectly involved in major future events—people who'll play a key role in shaping the world's fate."
Nick Fury and Natasha both nodded.
Because what Tony said… was absolutely true.
Of the four known diary holders, three were Avengers—two of them among the Big Three.
And everyone knew the Avengers' key battles: the Battle of New York, the Infinity War, and the Endgame, among others.
Aside from the Battle of New York, which was somewhat well-documented, the others were wrapped in mystery—only fragmented bits of intel had ever been gathered.
But piecing those fragments together painted a terrifying picture:These wars extended far beyond Earth, touching planets like Titan, Sakaar, and Vormir.
Their consequences were catastrophic—half of Earth's population vanished, and half the life in the universe was wiped out.
In other words, the Avengers' actions had shaken not just Earth, but the entire universe.
Nick Fury, though not an Avenger himself, had founded the Avengers Initiative.
And before the United Nations took over their command, every operation they'd undertaken had his shadow somewhere in the background.
He might not have fought on the frontlines, but no one could deny his importance.
"To put it simply," Tony continued, "everyone chosen by the diary… is basically one of the main characters of this world."
A simple, exaggerated comparison—but not inaccurate.
Nick Fury and Natasha exchanged glances, both understanding what Tony meant—and also used to his flair for drama.
None of them bothered to argue.
"Alright, Thor."
Refocusing his attention, Nick Fury turned to the God of Thunder. "Now that you've seen all this, I hope some of your doubts have been cleared up."
Thor, however, found himself at a loss for words.
Emotionally, he still didn't believe it—he couldn't imagine that anyone on Midgard could actually foresee the future.
But then again, Captain America had lifted Mjolnir, just as written in the diary—and had even summoned lightning!
There was simply no way to explain that.
It couldn't just be coincidence. It was too precise.
"No matter who's behind this trick," Thor said after a pause, his tone firm, "I will uncover the truth. No one plays games before the eyes of Thor, God of Thunder!"
Even if the diary's predictions about Captain America were true, that didn't erase Thor's doubts completely—it only made them waver, just a little.
They still lingered.
"Thor, I'm sorry," Nick Fury said gravely, "but we might not have time for you to slowly figure this out. We need to know about Loki, the Warriors Three, and Asgard's secret weapon—the Destroyer."
"You really put a lot of faith in that diary, don't you?" Thor sighed, shaking his head.
Still, having seen the diary himself, he could understand why they wanted answers.
And since none of those were Asgard's deepest secrets, Thor didn't see a reason to hide anything.
"First of all, I must clarify—Loki is my real brother. He wasn't adopted. That claim in the diary is absolute nonsense!"
"Also, Loki's well-known title is the God of Mischief. His mind is full of schemes, and he's extremely skilled in magic."
"As for the Warriors Three—they're my closest friends and most loyal companions in battle. Every one of my victories carries their share of glory."
"And the Destroyer…"
Thor, being as straightforward and naïve as ever, honestly shared the information they wanted.
Of course, only the broad details. He wasn't foolish enough to spill Asgard's true secrets.
But for Fury, Stark, and Natasha, even that was more than enough.
"So that means," Tony concluded, "if the Warriors Three really come to Earth, they'll most likely be on our side—or rather, your side, Thor."
That was good news for everyone.
"Thor," Natasha said seriously, "the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and Captain America—yes, the Captain America who can wield your hammer—could they stand a chance against the Destroyer?"
"What kind of joke is that?" Thor immediately snapped, frowning in irritation. "Just because that mortal can lift my hammer, you think he's my equal? There's only one God of Thunder—and that's me!"
"Calm down, Thor. We didn't mean it that way," Fury said quickly. "We just need to know whether we could defeat the Destroyer."
"You? Defeat the Destroyer?"
Thor gave a cold snort. "Aside from me, no power on Midgard can overcome it!"
Though clearly biased, his words gave them a good sense of how terrifying the Destroyer really was.
After discussing Loki, the Warriors Three, and the Destroyer—key matters tied to New Mexico—they moved on to other crucial topics.
The one that drew the most attention was, of course, the "Purple Potato Man" and the Infinity Stones.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much Thor could offer.
The diary's description of the "Purple Potato Man" was far too vague—the only solid clue being that he was purple-skinned.
But in the vast cosmos, there were countless purple-skinned species.
So Thor couldn't make any accurate guess.
"As for these Infinity Stones you mentioned…" Thor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You'll have to be more specific. If you mean gems filled with great power, there are several like that in Asgard's treasure vaults…"
And then he began enthusiastically describing and boasting about the treasures of Asgard.
At this time, he had no idea what the Infinity Stones truly were.
Not until Avengers: Age of Ultron—when he found the Water of Sight—would he learn their real nature.
Nick Fury and Tony exchanged helpless glances.
Thor clearly had no idea what they were talking about.
Still, they didn't show their frustration, instead continuing to ask about other cosmic and multiversal entities—like the Celestials and Dormammu.
While they gained a few scraps of information, it was far less than they'd hoped for.
Thor's status might have been lofty, but after talking to him for a while, they realized something—this god's head was filled with muscle, not strategy.
"Nick, are you really planning to send Captain America against the Destroyer?" Tony asked later, after Thor had left.
Once they'd confirmed that Captain America truly could become the new "God of Thunder," their previous plans naturally had to change.
As for Thor—
Back in his room, the hammer-wielding god was lost in deep thought.
The incident at the crater had shaken him to his core.
Why had that happened?
Why could a mortal lift his hammer, while he could not?
Thor couldn't understand.
Shua!
With a frustrated rub of his face, Thor suddenly blinked—someone had appeared in his room.
It was Loki.
The Trickster was dressed elegantly in a black coat and scarf, looking every bit the refined gentleman.
"Loki—you really came!" Thor exclaimed in surprise, blurting out the words instinctively.
The diary had predicted this exactly!
Of course, Thor told himself there was nothing strange about that. His brother had been exiled—naturally, Loki would come check on him.
But across from him, Loki was momentarily taken aback.
Wait—did Thor already know he was coming?
His dim-witted brother… had foreseen this? Impossible!
When had that fool ever been this sharp?
"You knew I would come?" Loki asked suspiciously.
"Of course," Thor said confidently. "I knew you'd come to see me!"
Loki: "…"
Ah. So that's the level of "foresight." Still the same old idiot.
"Yes, I came to see you—but not for a visit. I have important news to tell you."
Loki's tone turned grave and solemn, heavy with significance—like he was about to deliver terrible news.
Thor's heart sank. "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Father… has passed away."
Loki's voice was full of sorrow as he delivered the blow.
Thor froze. Completely stunned.
But not for the reason Loki thought.
It wasn't Odin's death that shocked him—it was the diary's accuracy.
What the hell?!
Just as written in the diary—Loki had come to tell him Father was dead!
Exactly the same! Word for word!
Why… why was this happening?
Could it be that everything recorded in that diary… was actually true?
"Loki… you're lying to me, aren't you?" Thor looked up sharply, eyes wide. "Father isn't dead, is he?"
"I know it's hard to accept. I didn't want to believe it either," Loki said earnestly, mistaking Thor's reaction for grief. "But it's true. Your exile and the looming war have taken their toll—Father couldn't bear the burden any longer."
If it had been before, Thor—the ever-trusting fool—would have believed him instantly.
But now…
"No, Loki. I'm going back to Asgard!"
"Whatever has happened, I'll only know the truth when I return!"
Thor's tone was resolute, his expression fierce.
"I'm sorry, Thor," Loki said solemnly, "but you can't go back. The truce with Jotunheim was sealed under one condition—you are to be permanently exiled."
Permanently exiled!
There it was again!
The exact same words from the diary—now happening in front of him!
Thor's mind spun into chaos.
He still didn't want to believe the diary, but one prediction after another had come true—how could he ignore it now?
"The weight of the throne… now rests upon my shoulders," Loki continued, misreading Thor's stunned expression as grief and disbelief.
"Loki," Thor suddenly said, raising his head with a sharp, clear gaze. "All of this—it's a lie, isn't it? You are, after all, the God of Mischief!"
Loki kept his face calm, but inside, he was genuinely startled.
Thor hadn't fallen for it?
Since when had his foolish brother gotten so perceptive?
Was this really the same oaf who had never once doubted him before?
Could exile actually increase a man's intelligence?
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