Thor looked up at the sky. He knew what he had to do next.
His brother, Loki, was sitting on the throne of Asgard, and Thor had to stop him.
"I must return home,"
Thor said, his voice serious.
"I have a kingdom to save."
Sam looked at the God of Thunder, and a thought crossed his mind.
Earth's spiritual energy was very thin.
Even with Tony's fast-growing farm, it would take a lot of work to keep advancing.
But Asgard was a realm of gods and magic. It was an ancient world. It had to be filled with pure energy, rare metals, and heavenly herbs.
"Thor,"
Sam said.
"I am going with you."
Thor looked surprised for a moment, but then he gave a loud, happy laugh.
"I would be honored to fight by your side, Sam! Asgard welcomes a warrior like you."
Sam turned to Natasha. He touched her cheek gently.
"Are you coming to see the golden city, Nat?"
Sam asked.
Natasha shook her head. She looked at the broken street and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents working around them.
"No,"
Natasha said softly.
"Fury needs me here to clean up this mess. And... I need to focus on my training. Seeing you fight that giant machine made me realize I am still too weak. I want to catch up to you."
Sam smiled proudly. He loved her strong spirit.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small wooden box. He opened it and took out one of the glowing, golden Heavenly Pills.
He placed it gently into Natasha's hand.
"You are at the very peak of the Qi Gathering Stage,"
Sam explained, his voice deep and caring.
"When you go back to the mansion, sit in a quiet room and eat this pill. Do not rush. Let the energy flow naturally. This will break your bottleneck. When I come back, you will be in the Foundation Establishment Stage with me."
Natasha closed her hand around the warm pill. She could feel the massive power buzzing inside it.
"Thank you,"
She whispered. She pulled him in by his collar and kissed him deeply.
"Be careful up there with the gods. Don't let them push you around."
"They wouldn't dare,"
Sam smirked. Little D, sitting on his shoulder, gave Natasha a tiny, polite wave.
Thor gathered the pieces of the Destroyer armor. He looked up at the clouds and yelled with his booming voice.
"Heimdall! Open the Bifrost!"
For a second, nothing happened.
Then, the sky cracked open. A massive, roaring beam of blinding rainbow light crashed down onto the desert floor, swallowing Thor, Sam, and Little D.
Sam felt a strange pulling sensation. The world blurred into a tunnel of colors and stars. They were traveling across the universe in a matter of seconds.
With a loud THUMP, the travel ended.
They stood inside a giant, round room made of gold. The walls were covered in glowing patterns, and outside the open doors, a vast ocean of stars shined brightly.
Standing at the controls was
Heimdall, a tall warrior in golden armor with eyes that saw everything in the universe.
Heimdall looked at Thor and nodded, but then his glowing eyes fixed on Sam.
"Welcome to Asgard,"
Heimdall said, his voice deep and rumbling.
"Your energy is very strange. It is quiet, yet heavier than a mountain."
"Thank you for the ride,"
Sam said politely, stepping out of the Bifrost room.
As soon as Sam stepped outside onto the rainbow bridge, he stopped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He was completely shocked.
The air in Asgard wasn't just clean; it was thick with pure, raw spiritual energy.
Every breath felt like drinking sweet water. The earth, the water, and the sky were overflowing with Qi.
His deep lake of energy in his Dantian began to spin happily. Just standing in Asgard was like meditating in a perfect paradise.
"Master,"
Little D whispered, her small wooden eyes glowing bright blue.
"The energy readings here are incredible. We have found a goldmine."
Sam smiled, looking at the towering, golden towers of the Asgardian city in the distance.
"Yes, we have, D,"
Sam agreed. He looked at Thor, who was ready to face his brother.
"Let's go save your kingdom, Thor. And then, we can see what kind of treasures your home has to offer."
Thor and Sam walked quickly across the glowing rainbow bridge.
The golden city of Asgard was beautiful, but Thor was not smiling. His face was hard and focused.
They walked past the massive gates and entered the royal palace. The Asgardian guards saw Thor's angry eyes and the sparking lightning on his armor.
They quickly stepped aside.
No one wanted to stop the God of Thunder today.
Finally, they pushed open the giant, heavy doors of the throne room.
Sitting high up on the golden throne was Loki.
He wore a green and gold cape and held the shining royal spear, Gungnir.
He looked very comfortable, but when he saw Thor, his smile froze for a second.
Then, Loki leaned back and put on his best, arrogant smirk.
"Well, well,"
Loki said, his voice echoing in the large, empty room.
"My dear brother returns. And I see you survived the Destroyer. How... disappointing."
Thor gripped his hammer tightly. He was ready to yell, but Sam gently touched his arm, signaling him to wait.
Sam stepped forward. He looked up at the throne. He didn't look angry, scared, or impressed.
He just looked completely relaxed. His pink Qi kept his mind perfectly still.
In Sam's memories of cultivators, he had dealt with arrogant young masters from powerful clans all the time. He knew exactly how to handle them.
He had mastered the Dao of Face Slapping—the art of using simple words to completely crush someone's ego.
Loki noticed Sam for the first time. He raised an eyebrow.
"And who is this?"
Loki asked, his voice dripping with poison.
"Did you bring a mortal pet to the palace, Thor? Humans are so fragile. If he stands too close to me, he might break."
Sam smiled gently. It was the kind of smile an adult gives to a child throwing a tantrum.
"It is a very nice chair,"
Sam said calmly, looking at the golden throne.
"But it is too big for you. Your feet barely touch the ground."
Thor choked back a laugh. Loki's smile instantly vanished. His eyes flashed with anger.
"Watch your tongue, mortal,"
Loki hissed, leaning forward.
"I am the King of Asgard. You are speaking to a god. I can turn you into a pile of ash with a single thought."
"Are you?"
Sam asked, tilting his head slightly. His voice was soft, but the words cut like a sharp sword.
"A king doesn't need to sneak onto the throne while his father is sleeping. A king doesn't send a mindless metal toy to kill his brother because he is too afraid to fight him face-to-face."
Loki stood up. His face was turning red. He was the God of Mischief. He was supposed to be the smartest person in the room.
He was supposed to use words to trick people, but this human was tearing his pride apart in seconds.
"You know nothing!"
Loki yelled, pointing the royal spear at Sam.
"I saved this kingdom! I am the only one fit to rule! I have magic that your tiny mortal brain cannot even understand!"
"Master,"
Little D spoke up from Sam's shoulder. Her small wooden voice was very polite and loud enough for everyone to hear.
"My scanners show that his heart rate is extremely elevated. His body language indicates severe insecurity and daddy issues. Would you like me to play a relaxing song for him?"
Thor couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a loud, booming laugh that echoed off the golden walls.
Even Loki's illusion magic flickered for a second because he was so angry.
His hands were shaking. He had planned a grand, dramatic speech, but Sam and a tiny wooden doll had turned him into a joke.
"You dare mock me?"
Loki screamed. He raised the spear, and a blast of bright yellow magic shot straight at Sam.
Sam didn't even draw his sword. He just raised one hand and let his deep, liquid Qi flow out. A thick wall of pink cherry blossoms appeared in the air.
The yellow magic hit the flowers and completely melted away. It didn't even make a sound.
Sam lowered his hand and looked at Loki with pity.
"Magic is just energy,"
Sam explained, shaking his head.
"But your energy is messy. It is full of fear, jealousy, and lies. You wear a golden crown, but inside, you are just a poor, lonely child crying for attention. It is actually quite sad."
Cough!
Loki actually choked on his own breath. His face went pale, and then purple with rage.
Sam had hit the very core of his soul. Every word was an absolute truth that Loki had been hiding from himself.
The Dao of Face Slapping was complete. Loki's mind was a mess.
"I will kill you!"
Loki roared, jumping down from the throne, completely forgetting his plan and his magic, charging forward in pure, blind anger.
Sam took a step back and patted
Thor on the shoulder.
"He is all yours, Thor,"
Sam smiled.
"I think he needs a hug."
Thor grinned, twirling Mjolnir in his hand, ready to teach his little brother a lesson he would never forget.
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