Shortly after Jason returned to the Avengers base, a peculiar visitor arrived.
Glory to the Northern God, the God of Thunder—Thor!
Studying the disheveled, confused-looking heir of Asgard, Jason smirked. "Where's your wife? Didn't she join you for the visit?"
Thor looked startled. "I'm unmarried."
"But you've met someone recently who completely captivated you, haven't you?"
Thor stood frozen as his thoughts involuntarily conjured the woman he'd encountered mere days ago—Jane Foster.
Seeing recognition dawn, Jason pressed on. "When you find someone special, don't hesitate. You'll regret it forever otherwise."
Thor lowered his head, contemplating deeply.
"You've existed for over a millennium. How many women have affected you like this? Don't let her slip away!"
"Hiss!"
The words struck Thor's wandering soul like lightning, and he exclaimed enthusiastically: "You speak truth! Once I reclaim Mjolnir, I'll return and bring her to Asgard!"
Jason rolled his eyes. This oaf remained forever fixated on his hammer.
He raised his hand. Wind swirled through the chamber as Mjolnir materialized in his grasp.
Thor rushed forward immediately. "Mjolnir! I recognized you instantly. When I saw those storm clouds on television, I knew you waited for me! I've come for you, Mjolnir!"
Jason pushed him away. "Thor, I bear unfortunate news. Mjolnir belongs to me now. You've lost the right to wield it."
Thor froze, then erupted: "Preposterous! Mjolnir is mine! Blind mortal, regardless of your trickery, one touch will restore our bond—it's mine!"
Jason sneered, offering the hammer. "Yours, you claim? Prove it."
"Gladly!"
Thor reached out greedily. The moment his fingers wrapped around the handle, Jason released his hold.
The hammer plummeted violently.
"BANG!" It struck the floor.
"CRACK!" Thor's spine protested as his body lurched downward.
"Mmph!" He grunted, face reddening rapidly.
He released Mjolnir but couldn't straighten himself.
Jason inquired kindly, "Medical assistance?"
"Unnecessary!" Thor's muffled voice strained. "Impossible... Mjolnir cannot reject me! We've been inseparable for millennia. It knows me better than Father. How could it abandon me?"
Thor stubbornly grasped it again.
Jason shrugged. "After thousands of years, perhaps it grew weary of you? It cannot speak its grievances, but its refusal says everything."
"Silence!"
Thor shouted, straining against Mjolnir's immobility. His complexion shifted from crimson to ashen.
Disbelief consumed his features. He staggered backward, arms raised skyward: "No—NO!"
The devastated god collapsed, eyes vacant. Jason ordered attendants to give him privacy.
Immediately after, Jason sought Professor X and Jean.
Logic dictated that Thor's Earth arrival occurred days ago, meaning the All-Father had entered Odinsleep by now.
Loki would arrive seeking his brother momentarily.
Preparations were essential—a proper welcome for the Nine Realms' master illusionist.
Jason joined the professor and Jean.
Since escaping Stryker's clutches, Charles harbored overwhelming guilt about what he had done, dedicating himself to constant companionship instead of missions, determined to aid his recovery.
Despite relentless dedication... advancement proved minimal.
Current progress allowed their combined mental assault on resilient minds, inducing elaborate delusions.
Notably, the professor never requested help reconstructing the Cerebro amplifier—welcome news for Jason.
While he harbored no immediate plans for reuniting Charles with his former associates, he'd established firm boundaries: the amplifier remained forbidden. Its mention warranted execution.
Combined with Xavier's telepathic mastery, it wielded apocalyptic potential—surpassing nuclear devastation!
In the adjacent chamber to Thor's quarters, Jason explained their mission. Both professor and Jean appeared dumbfounded.
That towering figure next door was truly Thor from Norse legends? Living? Breathing? And his brother Loki approached even now?
They simply waited for Loki's arrival?
Reality increasingly defied comprehension.
Midnight found Thor huddled in his corner, wearing grief like a funeral shroud.
Suddenly, a phantom manifested silently.
Black longcoat, gray-green scarf—elegance countered by furrowed brows and melancholy demeanor.
Thor spotted him instantly: "Loki, what brings you?"
"I had to see you, Brother."
"What news?"
"Father... our father, King Odin, has perished."
"What!?"
Thor recoiled in shock. "Speak sense!"
"Father is dead, Brother."
Loki's repetition carried anguish.
His tone deepened painfully: "Following your exile, Asgard faced war's threat. He couldn't endure the burden. Overwhelming pressure collapsed him—he never recovered!"
Thor appeared catatonic, nearly dissociating.
Loki shook his head, seemingly unable to witness his pain: "Before death, Father appointed me ruler. The crown weighs heavily. Rest easy, Brother—I'll honor both your legacy and Father's, leading Asgard righteously."
Thor hesitated before pleading, "May I return home, Brother?"
"Impossible, I fear. I negotiated peace with Jotunheim—your permanent exile was their condition. Additionally, Mother blames you for Father's demise! My apologies, Brother!"
Tears threatened as Thor responded: "The apology is mine, Brother! Gratitude... for this visit."
"Farewell, my Brother!"
Departing, Loki's expression brightened conspiratorially. He stepped forward, phasing through the wall effortlessly while muttering: "Mjolnir dwells nearby—perhaps I'll attempt to claim it..."
Mid-sentence, his vision transformed—
Endless golden desert, shimmering under oppressive heat!
By the gods!
Where had that step transported him?
He turned bewildered. Has my sorcery malfunctioned?
Inconceivable—I'm the Nine Realms' master sorcerer. Unless...
His expression hardened: "By Odin's name, am I captured?"
Recognizing the situation, he scoffed. Inferior illusion work against an expert? I possess nine methods to shatter this deception!
Meanwhile, Charles strained visibly: "Quickly! His power surpasses my expectations!"
Jason teleported beside Loki's physical form. With focused intent, he accessed his Absolute Zero Dimension space.
He kicked Loki inside.
Previous experiments confirmed survivability within absolute zero space. Like films depicting frozen time, subjects remained unaware of their suspension.
Upon release, they'd only notice missing time spans.
Elsewhere, in distant Asgard.
Though deep in Odinsleep, the All-Father retained external awareness.
When Loki vanished into absolute zero, his presence disconnected entirely. Odin was confused.
What transpired? Why did his second son disappear completely?
His charismatic, clever son—vanished without trace?
Back on Earth, Jason contemplated Thor's situation.
Mjolnir remained in his possession, though Odin could reclaim it instantly. While the hammer favored him now, Odin maintained ultimate authority—his divine essence permeated the weapon.
Observing Thor, inspiration struck: Exchange the hammer for the prince?
Would the God-King pursue him vengefully? His current power hadn't reached divine tiers—Odin would overwhelm him.
Nevertheless, surrendering Mjolnir proved unthinkable!
Like hiring an ideal assistant—charming, capable, devoted—how could he relinquish such perfection?
For Mjolnir, he'd risk everything!
Deciding firmly, Jason accessed absolute zero, seizing Thor by the neck.
The stunned prince, bewildered by the assault, joined his brother instantly!
In Asgard, the slumbering God-King trembled again!
One son lost, then immediately another?
Thor and Loki—both my sons!
Queen Frigga touched Odin's brow curiously. Why these tremors? Odinsleep never produced such reactions before.
Having secured both divine princes, Jason felt unease and decided to seek the Ancient One.
Their previous meeting lacked genuine commitment—she'd provided no means of contact.
Given his assistance with Mephisto's invasion, she owed two favors.
The first purchased borrowing techniques.
Requesting her mediation between him and Odin seemed perfectly reasonable.
As for reinforcing magical barriers against Hell's lords? That remained her responsibility—no favor required!
In an undisclosed location.
Nick Fury faced his assembled group, voice hoarse and disillusioned.
"Events accelerate beyond control. Another name change is necessary. You're no longer the 'Justice League.'
Henceforth, you are—
[Injustice]!
Your primary target: assassinate the celebrated hero, the Savior, Jason!"
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