"Hey, Aaron!"
"Haha, come look at my companions."
Aaron had just left the hotel when he heard Thor's familiar, booming voice.
Aaron looked over and saw three men and one woman behind Thor, all wearing armor similar to that of ancient Vikings.
Seeing that Thor had specifically brought them here, the group couldn't help but exchange glances.
"He should just be a Midgardian, right?" Fandral, the expert swordsman, asked doubtfully.
Thor was a true warrior; ordinary Asgardians were not qualified to see him, let alone have him treat them with such familiarity.
What kind of magic did this man possess?
Sif's eyes sparkled. "But he is very handsome, extremely handsome."
Fandral subconsciously touched his own face. "He's just slightly less handsome than I am."
"Fandral, when did you become so thick-skinned? Perhaps you should look at the mirror over there." Sif glanced at him, pointing to the reflective glass of the nearby restaurant.
Fandral rolled his eyes. "The eyes of those noble young misses and ladies are sharp."
"Hmph!" Sif tossed her head and ignored him.
Volstagg looked at Aaron's thick muscles and said, "At least among Midgardians, he definitely counts as a warrior."
Thor laughed loudly upon hearing this. "Stop guessing, all of you."
"This is Aaron. He is no ordinary Midgardian, he is the God of Thunder of Midgard, the God Among Men, a Celestial, and the Lord of the Crystal Palace Pantheon."
"He is a mighty Divine warrior."
Upon hearing this, The warriors secretly clicked their tongues in wonder.
These titles all sounded quite impressive. Even though some of them they had never heard of, the God of Thunder and Celestial were names that rang like thunder.
Thor was the God of Thunder of Asgard!
And the Celestials were the nobility among Gods!
"Aaron, allow me to introduce Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, my friends."
"They are all true warriors who have followed me to conquer the Nine Realms, always victorious."
As he spoke, Thor winked at Aaron. "Don't let the fact that Sif is a woman fool you. She has become the most valiant and skilled warrior in the kingdom."
"Hello, God Among Men, you are very handsome."
Sif extended her hand. "I heard this is your Midgardian etiquette? I think we can follow local customs."
If it were anyone else, Sif naturally would not have initiated a handshake. Asgard did not have this kind of etiquette. Moreover, she disdained getting close to ordinary people.
But Aaron was different. He was also a God, perhaps even the King of Midgard, and very handsome. She didn't mind knowing a Divine companion.
Although she didn't know Aaron's true strength, seeing Thor's enthusiasm, he certainly wouldn't be lacking.
A friend approved by Thor was their friend, and based on Thor's judgment, he would definitely be good.
Aaron shook her hand. "Lady Sif, you are very beautiful. Forgive my bluntness, but are you married?"
Sif didn't feel embarrassed upon hearing this. Instead, she said cheerfully, "My destiny lies on the battlefield, unless the man is even mightier than I am."
The Warriors Three laughed heartily.
Thor suddenly spoke up, "Then Sif, you must consider carefully. Aaron is very powerful, much more powerful than you."
Sif was stunned. She took a few extra glances at Aaron, seemingly observing his merits beyond just his handsomeness.
The Warriors Three couldn't laugh anymore. They looked at Thor, slightly bewildered.
They vaguely knew Frigga's intention was for Sif to marry Thor and become the new Queen.
Are you sure you're not joking?
Thor naturally didn't know what they were thinking. He wasn't interested in Sif at all, only treating her as a friend. Otherwise, he wouldn't have met and started a relationship with Jane less than two days after coming down to Midgard in the movie.
Now, Thor was just following what he had said before: introducing a powerful Asgardian woman to Aaron.
At least Sif was strong enough to withstand the favor of a powerful being.
As for the women of Midgard?
Forget it. Just look at them. They aren't sturdier than paper dolls.
"Let me tell you, Aaron helped me tremendously. If it weren't for him, it wouldn't have been so easy for me to retrieve my hammer and reclaim my power." Thor said, smugly opening his hands in a gesture of grasping.
In an instant, accompanied by a piercing sound of rushing air, two hammers, one gold and one silver, obediently flew into Thor's hands.
"Look, Aaron gave these to me."
"Heavens, two mjolnir!"
Sif and the others were dumbfounded, looking at Aaron full of doubt, even questioning their existence as Gods.
"How did you do that?"
Before Aaron could speak, Thor quickly added, "Aaron is also a river god. He instantly pulled three mjolnir out of the water, and I knew right away that these two were my mjolnir."
Thor skillfully brandished the small hammers, which shone brightly under the sunlight. The familiar flash of lightning proved that both hammers possessed the power of thunder.
"Thor, I warned you, you must choose carefully."
Aaron reminded him again, "This is the choice you made, these are the hammers you valued."
Thor raised the hammers. "Don't worry, they are both great. I can feel their intense love for me."
Holding them in the sunlight, Thor squinted slightly, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
The hammers... seemed a bit smaller, a bit flatter?
No, it must be an illusion!
They were both perfect.
"Did you perhaps use Clone magic? Splitting the hammer into three parts? And they are still physical entities. This method... even the God King could not achieve." Sif sighed in admiration.
In their eyes, Odin was invincible, the strongest in the Nine Realms. But Odin could not conjure more Mjolnir.
Every powerful Divine Artifact had to undergo lengthy design, then be personally forged by the Dwarf King over a long period, and finally enchanted by Odin himself before a similar kingly weapon could be created.
Aaron explained simply, "You can understand it as... matter recombination?"
"As long as one can figure out the magic on it, forging a mjolnir is not difficult."
Though he said so, no one thought it was easy.
Matter recombination alone was a power unimaginable to ordinary people, or even Gods.
They were shocked by the mere tip of the iceberg that Aaron casually revealed, and increasingly felt that Aaron was indeed worthy of Thor's high praise.
"You must be a great sorcerer." Hogun said earnestly.
Although Fandral could not accept the fact that Aaron was handsomer than him, he strongly agreed with Hogun's words.
"At least he's much more formidable than Loki, who claims to be the Nine Realms' greatest sorcerer."
"I still cannot accept that he has become the acting King. Thor, you must return immediately."
"The All-Father is still asleep. As long as you return, you will surely be hailed as the new King by everyone, instead of letting that scoundrel Loki strut around."
Fandral had a strong dislike for Loki.
They wanted Loki to pardon Thor's transgression, but he insisted that since he had just taken power, his first command could not contradict his father's, and he firmly rejected their request.
"That scoundrel Loki is clearly worried that Thor's return will threaten his throne." Hogun complained indignantly.
"Didn't the All-Father die?"
"Dead? No. He has merely fallen into the Odinsleep and needs to slumber for a while..."
Before Fandral could finish speaking, a familiar fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.
Aaron gazed up at the sky. He saw a beam of golden light pierce through the boundless Universe, striking down from an unknown location.
"You have another 'friend' coming down."