Sharky then left like a regular person—no alien powers, no flying—just walking back to his Crown Haven Villa.
When he got ho, he told Sophia everything that had happened. Then he got ready to visit Alexander’s family to request their help in securing the area around the hamr.
But before Sharky could even step out of the villa, the Upgrade TV turned on by itself and gave the sa urgent warning it had shown before—just like when the magical hamr had first appeared.
"Babe, I’m going to check what’s happening again," Sharky said as he left, heading toward the spot Thomas had told them about from Thor’s mories—the place where the Bifrost would appear.
Suddenly, the skies lit up with a beautiful display of glowing colors. The cosmic bridge that connected the Nine Realms had opened.
Four figures gently descended from the sky. Their presence felt powerful and magical. One of them was a woman, and the other three were n.
It was none other than Sif Odinson and the Warriors Three — Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun. Sharky had never seen them before, but from what Thomas described, he quickly recognized who they were.
Their faces showed both worry and determination as they landed on Earth.
"We must find the one who holds Thor’s powers. If Loki finds him first... I don’t know what he might do," Sif said, her voice serious.
Fandral nodded. "We must bring him back. It’s Odin Allfather’s command."
"Where is he? The one with Thor’s powers?" Volstagg asked, looking around.
Sif pulled out a strange device. It pointed in one direction. "He’s this way. Let’s move."
But just as they were about to go, a car suddenly pulled up and stopped in front of them.
"What kind of monster is this?" Fandral asked, confused by the strange tal thing.
Sif chuckled softly. "That’s not a monster, Fandral. It’s called a car. I’ve been to Midgard before—I know how things work here."
Sharky stepped out of the car and asked, "So, you guys are Asgardians?"
Sif and the Warriors Three were surprised. They didn’t understand how this stranger knew who they were.
"How do you know about us?" Sif asked, now feeling suspicious. She started to wonder if Loki had sent Sharky to stop them.
"Well," Sharky replied, "it’s not every day people co down from the sky on a glowing rainbow. Or as so call it—the Bifrost."
Hearing him ntion the Bifrost made Sif even more cautious. She began to suspect he might be connected to Loki.
"Why are you so sure we’re Asgardians? We could be from another realm," she asked again.
Sharky smiled calmly. "Honestly, I wasn’t sure. But a few days ago, my friend started seeing strange mories of soone nad Thor—the God of Thunder. He told us about them. So, when that mysterious hamr showed up, and now you guys co down from the sky... I guessed you were from Asgard. And it looks like I was right."
The group was no longer focused on how Sharky guessed their identity. Instead, they were shocked by sothing else—soone on Earth had seen Thor’s mories.
Sif stepped forward and said seriously, "Can you take us to the one who holds Thor’s powers?"
She looked at Sharky, waiting for his answer.
Sharky narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why do you want to see Thomas? I don’t even know if you’ll harm him or not. I can’t take you to him until you explain."
Sif stepped forward, her voice calm but urgent. "No, we have no intention of harming him. We ca to protect him—he’s in danger."
"In danger?" Sharky asked, his brow furrowed. "What kind of danger are we talking about?"
Volstagg let out a frustrated sigh. "Why are you asking so many questions? Just bring us to him. Then your job is done!"
Sharky glanced at Volstagg with a piercing look but said nothing. He turned his attention back to Sif.
"With that kind of attitude," Sharky said flatly, "I’d never take you to him. For all I know, you might be the threat."
"No, please," Sif quickly interjected. "We truly an no harm. Volstagg, apologize."
Volstagg looked annoyed, but when he saw Sif’s firm expression, he grumbled, "Fine. I’m sorry."
Sharky gave a short nod. "Good. But I’m coming with you. You’ll do nothing to him as long as I’m around."
"Thank you," Sif said, relieved.
"It’s fine," Sharky replied. "Now get in the car."
Sif moved around to the front passenger seat with ease—she had visited Earth before and knew how cars worked. She turned and instructed the Warriors Three on how to get in.
With so shuffling and squeezing, they finally managed to settle into the backseat, still amazed by how the strange Earth vehicle could fit them all.
As the car started moving, Volstagg muttered, "How do Midgardians fit into such tiny wagons?"
Fandral chuckled. "At least it doesn’t sll like a troll’s beard."
Even Hogun cracked a rare smile.
Sharky kept his eyes on the road, but a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I am Sif Odinson, daughter of Odin Allfather," Sif said, introducing herself with calm authority.
"I’m Sharky Valor," Sharky replied with a nod, extending his hand. They shook hands firmly.
Sif then gestured to her companions. "These are the Warriors Three—my closest comrades and Asgard’s finest warriors. The quiet one is Hogun, the large one is Volstagg, and the charming one is Fandral."
Sharky nodded politely at each of them as they gave small gestures in return. Soon, the mood in the car grew lighter as the Warriors Three began recounting their adventures.
"It was in Jotunheim," Volstagg began, his voice full of pride, "a realm of frost and towering giants. Fearso foes, those Frost Giants. But we fought valiantly. Thor summoned all his might to defeat them. A battle etched in my mory!"
Fandral, with his usual flair, leaned forward. "You should have seen us, Sharky! We crossed realms, faced beasts beyond imagination—gracefully, boldly. I defeated each creature in style, of course."
Sharky smirked. "Well, I couldn’t have seen it—I wasn’t there."
The car filled with laughter at Sharky’s dry remark.
"True! You weren’t there!" Volstagg bood. "But let tell you, adventures like those build quite the appetite. I once devoured an entire livestock after a skirmish—just to stay battle-ready! A warrior must feast to fight, after all!" He patted his belly proudly.
Hogun remained as stoic as ever, murmuring, "I still believe most of this is unwise."
Their banter continued until the car rolled to a stop.
While chatting with Warrior Three and Lady Sif, Sharky reached towards Jane, Darry, Thomas and Eric’s house.
"Hello, guys. How are you?" Sharky greeted as he stepped forward.
"We’re good... I guess," Erik replied slowly, eyeing the armored newcors with suspicion.
"But who are these people? Did you bring them from a renaissance fair or a film set? Is this so kind of elaborate prank?"
Sharky opened his mouth to explain, but Thomas stepped in before he could.
"They’re Asgardians," Thomas said calmly.
"What?" Jane, Darcy, and Erik blurted out at the sa ti, their eyes widening.
Only days ago, they had barely begun to accept the possibility of another world—Asgard. And now, living, breathing Asgardians were standing right in front of them.
"You two aren’t ssing with us, right?" Jane asked, half-serious, half-bewildered. "Because this really feels like an audition for so sci-fi movie."
"No, baby, how could I lie to you?" Thomas said with a small smile, then turned to the newcors.
"She is Sif Odinson, Thor’s sister," he said, motioning to Sif. Then he gestured to the others. "And these are the Warriors Three—Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg."
Sif and her companions looked at each other in mild surprise. Sharky wasn’t the only one who knew about them—this young man, Thomas, knew their nas, their origins, and their connection to Thor.
Sif stepped forward. "How did you know about us?" she asked, her tone respectful but curious.
"I’ve seen Thor’s mories," Thomas explained, his voice steady. "Sohow, his thoughts—his essence—flowed into . I’ve seen what he saw, felt what he felt. I understand now... why I’ve been given this power. And I’m ready to accept it. I know this is my responsibility. I won’t run from it."
Sif’s eyes softened, a flicker of pride glinting in them. "Thank you, Thomas. You honor Thor’s legacy with your resolve."
Thomas nodded. "But before we do anything, I need to retrieve Mjolnir. It’s not far from here—but it’s already getting late. We’ll go for it tomorrow morning. Tonight, you’re welco to rest here."
They nodded, and then Thomas began introducing Darcy, Jane, and Erik to the Asgardians.
Everyone shook hands with friendly smiles, happy to et each other and learn more.
Fandral smiled warmly and said, "It’s nice to et you all."
Volstagg looked at the food on the table and said with excitent, "Wow, you really know how to prepare a al! This is perfect for a hungry warrior."
Hogun gave a small nod and spoke quietly but with respect, "We’re in your care for tonight. Thank you."
Jane smiled politely and replied, "It’s nice to et you too."
As the evening went on, Jane and Darcy beca more curious, and because of their questions, the Asgardians ended up sharing many things about Asgard.
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anwhile, near Mjölnir, Billy Coulson carefully studied the hamr along with other GUARD agents. Suddenly, the magnetic readings began to change wildly, going up and down.
Coulson quickly used his communicator to call his boss, Robert.
"What’s going on, Coulson?" a voice ca from the other end.
"Director Wilson, the energy readings from the hamr have changed three tis this week. I think sothing big is about to happen," Coulson reported.
"Alright, keep watching it closely and report everything to ," Robert ordered. "What about Clint?"
"Clint? You an Hawkman?" Coulson replied. "He’s still on the rooftop, watching with his claw weapons. Nothing strange has happened. But when he told us about his last mission, it made all the agents laugh."
"It was about chasing a runaway circus elephant and getting surprised by a group of naughty squirrels. You know how weird field work can get, sir."
Robert chuckled. "Alright, tell him to keep an eye on even the smallest movent around Mjölnir."
With that, Director Wilson ended the call.
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Thomas and Jane were in a room together. Jane was upset and asked him why he had decided to leave them.
"Baby, you have to understand," Thomas said gently. "This is a responsibility I have to accept. I can’t run away from it. But please don’t worry. I promise I’ll co back to see you—and I’ll find a way to bring you to Asgard too."
After so ti and reassurance, Thomas finally managed to calm her down.
But it was his last night on Earth, and words alone weren’t enough to ease Jane’s heart. She needed the warmth of love, and Thomas knew just how to give it.
He didn’t slip any mont to plow Jane’s field and water it.
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Outside, Sif was feeling joyful. She was proud to have completed her father’s mission so quickly. In her excitent, she drank a lot of wine. Even though she was an Asgardian, the strong Earth wine affected her badly, and she beca very drunk.
Seeing her in that state, Sharky walked over with concern. He gently helped Sif to a nearby room so she could rest.
As soon as Sif lay down and started to recover a bit, she noticed Sharky leaving. At first, she thought he might try to take advantage of her, but she quickly realized that he had done nothing wrong—he had only helped her and was quietly walking away after making sure she was safe.
Sif was impressed by Sharky. As he was about to leave the room, she gently grabbed his hand.
"What happened?" he asked, looking back at her.
"Nothing," Sif replied, her eyes locked on his. During the mission, she had been too focused to notice anything else—but now that it was over, she finally had a mont to breathe.
And in that mont, she truly looked at him.
He was brave, kind, and honestly... very handso. There was sothing about him—strong, but gentle. She found herself blushing without aning to.
Sharky noticed her gaze. "Is there sothing on my face?" he asked, a little confused.
"N-No, nothing," Sif quickly turned her head, trying to hide her red cheeks. Wanting to change the topic, she asked, "Um... can you tell how people live here on Midgard?"
Sharky realized she must not know much about Earth, being from Asgard. So he smiled and sat down nearby.
"Sure," he said, then started telling her about life on Earth—how people lived, the food they ate, the technology they used, and the little things that made Earth special.
As he spoke, Sif listened closely, her eyes still occasionally drifting back to him.
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