After coming out of the pizza shop, I could still vaguely hear the lively sounds inside.
This kind of warmth seems to dilute the coldness of the world, making people not want to leave.
Maybe this is the real reason why people are willing to line up to eat here...
Dio turned around and seemed to see Vision smiling at him.
"Let's go back."
"Puchi, could you please not open your mouth to speak? I'm afraid I can't help it."
Dio, who was a little dizzy, closed his mouth helplessly. Now his mouth was black and green, and it was so scary to open his mouth.
So Vision wasn't actually smiling at me just now, but he couldn't help laughing
The Western Eight Jinchūriki!
Dio, who was almost "Gongci", got into the car with a gloomy face.
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The next day, Steve stayed at the base, Quicksilver continued to explore his potential, and Dio and Natasha came to "New Asgard".
"This place has nothing to do with the golden palace and the magic hammer."
Dio looked at the houses in New Asgard, and felt indescribably complicated as he looked at the Asgardians who seemed to have completely integrated into the Earth.
"Hey! Why are you here?"
The Valkyrie, who was wearing an orange sportswear, put down the goods she was carrying and greeted loudly.
"Long time no see. It seems you have adapted to your current life."
Dio came over with Natasha. Almost every Asgardian was busy. Although they had lost their original home and half of their companions, the remaining people were the seeds of hope. They would revive Asgard with their own hands.
But it seems that something is wrong with their leader...
"Well, it's okay. We were a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but after staying here for a long time, we found that this place is very suitable for us." Valkyrie pursed her lips and said indifferently.
"You're here to see Thor, right? Forget it, he won't see you. In fact, even we only see him once at the beginning of the month, when he comes out to get... 'supplies'."
Following her gaze, Dio and Natasha saw dozens of beer cans that looked like gas tanks piled up in a corner.
Before coming, neither of them had thought that Thor's problem was much more serious than they had expected, so they couldn't help but look at each other, and they could see what each other was thinking.
"That's not necessarily true. I have more experience than you in matters like 'coming out of autism'. Leave this to me."
Valkyrie shrugged helplessly, "Come with me, I hope you can get that guy out of that damn room!"
It's no wonder that she spoke so rudely. Now was the time when the people of Asgard needed their king to stand up, but their king began to give up on himself like a child. How could she not feel disappointed? Perhaps her choice to come back was a mistake.
Soon, Valkyrie brought the two of them to a house.
"Thor is inside, the rest is up to you. I still have some goods to move, so I'm leaving." Valkyrie looked inside with a puzzled expression, then sighed and turned to leave.
"It seems that our old friend is seriously autistic." Dio said thoughtfully.
"If it weren't for this, it wouldn't be our turn to come on stage. He would have come out of his autism on his own, right?" Natasha didn't know whether she was talking to Dio, herself, or Thor inside.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
No one answered...
Natasha was about to knock on the door again, but Dio stopped her. "Let me do it. This is all we need... Please come in."
Seeing how Dio removed the wooden door with just a little effort, Natasha resisted the urge to complain, took a deep breath and walked in.
"This smell... is like something died in there."
Dio frowned as soon as he entered the room, not only because of the turbid and unpleasant air inside, but also because he smelled another "smell".
"Hello, Thor?"
"Oh! Look who's here! Welcome to New Asgard, so nice to see you! Want a bottle? By the way, can you help me fix the TV antenna? The TV channels have been blocked for two weeks, and the sports channels are heavily pixelated, so I can only stay in my room and play games. A few days ago, I almost chopped off the head of a jerk with a game ID called Tian. He even dared to ambush Thor, the son of the great Odin, in the bushes and killed me 20 times..."
After pinching their noses and hugging Thor, who was shirtless, had a big belly and a strange smell on his body, Dio and Natasha found helplessly that the handsome and powerful Thor, the God of Thunder, has now turned into a fat otaku who only knows how to stay at home. Even the way he picks his feet is so... soul-stirring.
"Thor! You know we're not here to help you fix your TV antenna or listen to you brag about your gaming experience with others. You're ruining yourself."
Looking at the mess in the room, the piles of empty wine bottles, and the Storm Axe that had been turned into a bottle opener... Natasha stared into Thor's eyes and said very seriously.
Thor, who looked a little crazy, paused for a moment with his hand holding the wine, but continued to stuff it into his mouth and started chugging.
"Hey, listen, I'm fine, better than ever. What's wrong? Do I look like I'm not feeling well?" Thor's smile was very fake, as if it was forced out with the flesh on his face.
"You look like a puddle of melted ice cream."
At this time Dio came over and said bluntly.
"Haha, you're still so humorous. So what are you planning to do here? Are you here to have fun? Or to visit old friends?"
"That was originally the case, but now I've changed my mind. Maybe I should beat you up."
"Wow, that joke is not very funny." Thor said as he picked up the Stormbreaker with one hand, but still had a smiling face.
"It seems that you are not rotten to the core. Although you can still pick up this axe, how much strength can you exert now? Maybe I should go to the street and find a few homeless people for you to practice with?"
Dio's eyes swept over his belly that was 4 or 5 months pregnant, and then he said with disdain.
Natasha noticed that Thor's hand tightened a little, as if Dio's provocation had taken some effect, but the expected scene did not happen.
Thor just smiled foolishly, raised his Storm Axe and opened another bottle of wine for himself.
If the artifact had a spirit, it would probably jump out immediately and strangle this bastard to death!