Then he stepped onto it—
And missed his footing.
He stumbled and nearly fell, but fortunately, Loki, standing beside him, was quick to catch him.
"Careful now," Loki said, his tone dripping with obvious schadenfreude.
"This is Midgard's 'magic,' it's not as safe as Asgard's."
Thor steadied himself, his face flushing slightly.
"I—I'm just not used to it yet!"
Mavuika walked over and stood beside him, whispering, "Just stand still, it will carry you up."
Thor nodded and stood obediently, but his eyes remained glued to his feet, terrified of making a fool of himself again.
As the Escalator slowly ascended, Thor's expression shifted from tension to wonder.
"This... is actually quite interesting," he said. "You arrive without even having to walk."
Mavuika smiled.
Upon reaching the second floor, Thor was the first to jump off—he had learned his lesson this time and waited for the right moment.
"Big Sister! Is there more? Is there more?"
Mavuika pointed upstairs. "There are many more floors."
Thor's eyes lit up. "Then let's ride it up floor by floor!"
Loki shook his head slightly. "Childish."
Yet, he followed onto the next Escalator anyway.
Mavuika chose a decent-looking men's clothing store.
The shop wasn't large, but it was exquisitely decorated, with racks filled with various styles of shirts, suits, and casual wear.
Several well-dressed clerks were attending to customers.
Mavuika pushed the door open and entered, with Thor and Loki following behind.
A young female clerk approached them with a professional smile.
"Welcome. How can I help you?"
Mavuika pointed behind her. "Pick out a few outfits for my two younger brothers."
The clerk's gaze fell upon Thor.
Then, her eyes widened slightly.
Thor stood there; his T-shirt was stretched out of shape and his casual pants were a bit too short—hardly a flattering look.
But his physique—
Over 1.9 meters tall, broad shoulders, solid pectoral muscles, and the faint lines of abdominal muscles visible beneath his T-shirt.
The clerk's face flushed slightly.
"Th—This gentleman... please follow me."
Thor grinned and followed her inside.
Ten minutes later.
The dressing room door opened, and Thor stepped out.
He was wearing a dark blue shirt—it was supposed to be a good fit, but on him, the chest buttons were strained to the limit, looking as if they might pop at any second.
The clerk's face grew even redder.
"This... seems a bit tight..." she whispered.
Thor moved his arms around.
"It is a bit tight," he said.
Then he took a deep breath—
Pop!
A button from his chest flew off, hit the ceiling, bounced a few times, and landed on the floor.
The clerk was stunned.
Thor looked down at his chest and scratched his head.
"Uh... do you have a larger size?"
The clerk swallowed hard. "I—I'll go look..."
Five minutes later.
Thor emerged wearing a size larger.
This time the buttons didn't pop—but it was still a tight squeeze.
The shirt's fabric was stretched taut, revealing the contours of the muscles beneath.
The clerk was speechless.
Loki chuckled softly from the side.
"Big Sister," he said, "buy him some sportswear. The stretchy kind."
Mavuika nodded. "Good idea."
Half an hour later.
Thor finally changed into a suitable outfit: a black athletic T-shirt, dark gray sweatpants, and a light windbreaker.
Although it wasn't the "shiny armor" he really wanted, at least he looked like a normal person now.
Thor stood before the mirror, looking left and right, and frowned.
"This clothing... why is it so flimsy?"
Mavuika: "These are Earth clothes; as long as they're comfortable, it's fine."
Thor still wasn't quite satisfied, but he didn't say anything more.
Things were much simpler for Loki.
He tried on several outfits, and every single one looked great on him.
With his handsome features and tall, upright posture, he looked as elegant as a Childe from some ancient noble family.
In the end, he chose three casual outfits, two formal suits, several shirts, and various accessories.
Throughout the process, the clerk watched him with a gaze bordering on adoration.
At the checkout, Mavuika pulled out a Credit Card.
Thor looked at the small card curiously. "What is this?"
"A Credit Card. You don't need cash; you just swipe it."
Thor's eyes lit up again. "Is this also technology?"
"Yes."
Thor looked at the card thoughtfully, lost in his own ideas.
By the time they left the clothing store, it was nearly noon.
Thor's stomach began to growl.
"Big Sister, I'm hungry," he said pitifully.
Mavuika looked around and pointed to a bustling street corner nearby.
"There are Food Trucks over there. Let's eat there."
The Food Truck area was near Central Park, with over a dozen colorful trucks lined up selling everything: Hot Dogs, Burgers, Pretzels, Kebabs, ice cream...
Thor's eyes were instantly captivated.
Mavuika walked up to a Hot Dog stand and said to the vendor, "Five Hot Dogs."
The vendor, a portly middle-aged man, glanced at Thor and chuckled. "You got it! This lad looks like he can eat!"
Thor grinned. "I certainly can!"
Five minutes later.
Thor was clutching three Hot Dogs, his mouth stuffed full, while his eyes were already fixed on other food stalls.
"Delicious!" he said indistinctly.
Loki stood nearby, holding a Pretzel and taking small, delicate bites.
His posture was elegant, but his eyes brightened slightly—he clearly found it tasty as well.
Mavuika bought a cup of coffee and leaned against a nearby railing, watching her two brothers eat.
Thor quickly finished the three Hot Dogs and went to buy two more.
Then he spotted the Burger stand next door.
Mavuika looked at his still-flat stomach and nodded.
Thor ran over excitedly and bought three Burgers.
Ten minutes later.
The three Burgers were gone too.
Thor's gaze landed on the Kebab stand.
Mavuika finally spoke up. "Slow down. No one is going to take it from you."
Thor turned back with a chuckle. "Big Sister, you don't understand. I haven't had anything this delicious in ages! Asgard's food is plentiful, but it's all just heavy meat and fish. It's completely different from this!"
Loki said faintly from the side, "Last time, you said Asgard's Mead was the best in the Nine Realms."
Thor glared at him. "That's drink! This is food! It's different!"
Loki shrugged and continued eating his Pretzel.
An hour later.
Thor had finally had his fill.
He sat on a park bench, rubbing his stomach with a look of pure satisfaction.
"Midgard is truly wonderful," he mused. "There are so many delicious things here."
Mavuika sat down beside him and handed him a bottle of water.
"Drink some water. Don't overstuff yourself."
Thor took the water and gulped down half the bottle.
Loki sat down too, holding a Phone—he had been studying it for a while and had basically learned how to use it.
"Big Sister," he said, "this 'Phone' is quite interesting."
Mavuika glanced at him. "You're a quick learner."
Loki chuckled softly. "It's much simpler than Asgard's magic."