Far above Midgard, in the shining realm of Asgard, tension filled the golden throne room. Odin All-Father sat high on his throne, Gungnir in hand. His single eye burned with both anger and disappointment.
Kneeling before him was Thor Odinson, the prince of Asgard. His face was still proud, jaw clenched, even after the disaster he had caused.
"You went to Jotunheim against my command," Odin said, his voice sharp. "You nearly started a war that would have consumed countless lives. Do you even understand what you've done?"
Thor lifted his head. "I defended Asgard! The Frost Giants dared to invade our vault. You call me reckless, but I showed them our strength. I showed them we will not be threatened!"
"Strength?" Odin snapped. He slammed Gungnir to the floor, the sound echoing like thunder. "That was not strength. That was arrogance. You risked lives for your pride!"
"They insulted us!" Thor shot back. His voice was loud, defiant. "And you would have us do nothing? You sit here, speaking of peace, while our enemies grow bold. I acted when you would not!"
Odin rose to his feet, towering over his son. "You are a fool! A king does not seek battle to feed his vanity. A king protects his people, even when his pride demands war!"
Thor stood now, chest heaving. "Then maybe I am not the king you want! But I am the warrior Asgard needs."
The words cut deep, and for a moment there was only silence. Then Odin's voice lowered, heavy with anger and sorrow.
"You are right. You are not the king I want. You are not ready to be king at all. You are unworthy."
Thor's eyes widened. "Father, no—"
"Enough!" Odin roared. Golden light surged from Gungnir, wrapping around Thor. His armor cracked, the enchantments burned away. His cape was torn from him. The power in his body faltered. He felt weaker with every passing second.
"No! You cannot do this!" Thor shouted, struggling against the light. "I am your son!"
"You are my son," Odin said firmly. "But you are blinded by pride. Until you learn humility, you will remain powerless."
With one final motion, Odin summoned the Bifrost. The Rainbow Bridge roared to life behind Thor.
"I cast you out!" Odin's voice echoed.
The magic flung Thor into the void. As he disappeared, Odin whispered to Mjolnir, sending the hammer spinning away:
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."
Thor crashed down on Earth in the middle of a New Mexico desert. He hit the ground hard, sand and dust flying around him. He groaned, rolling to his side. His body felt weak—too weak. No thunder answered his call. No lightning sparked in his veins. For the first time in his life, he was powerless.
Miles away, Mjolnir landed in the desert, embedding itself in stone. It waited silently, unmovable.
Thor staggered to his knees, staring at his empty hands. His voice cracked with anger and disbelief.
"…Father."
And so, his exile began.
Thor groaned as he pushed himself up from the desert floor, sand sticking to his face and arms. His body ached in ways he had never felt before. Back in Asgard, wounds healed fast. Here, his limbs felt heavy, his chest burned, and his throat was dry.
He staggered a few steps and then collapsed to his knees again.
"This… this cannot be," he muttered. "Where is my power? My hammer?"
There was nothing. No storm above him. No spark in his hands. Only silence and the endless desert stretching in every direction.
In the distance, headlights flickered. A van was driving fast down a dirt road, carrying three people inside—Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Dr. Erik Selvig.
Jane squinted through the windshield. "What was that? Did you see it? Looked like something just fell from the sky!"
Darcy leaned forward, munching on chips. "Looked more like a guy to me."
"A guy?" Jane frowned. "From where? The sky?"
But before she could question more, Thor stumbled right into the path of their van.
Jane yanked the wheel, but it was too late— thud! The van clipped Thor and sent him sprawling onto the ground.
"Oh my god!" Jane gasped, slamming the brakes. Dust kicked up everywhere. "I just hit a man!"
Darcy blinked. "…He's huge. Like, gym membership huge."
They all rushed out of the van. Thor lay groaning, clutching his ribs. Jane crouched beside him. "Hey! Are you alright? Can you hear me?"
Thor forced his eyes open, his blond hair messy, his body still weak. He stared at Jane like she was some strange creature. "This… is Midgard," he rasped.
Darcy frowned. "Mid-what now?"
He tried to push himself up, but his body gave out again. "I must… return… I must find Mjolnir…"
Jane looked at Erik, alarmed. "He's delirious. We need to get him to the hospital."
Erik sighed. "Or at least somewhere safe before he breaks something. Did you see his size?"
Darcy shrugged. "Dibs on not carrying him."
Together, they hauled Thor into the back of the van. He fought weakly, still full of pride despite his condition.
"Unhand me! I am Thor Odinson!"
Darcy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I'm Hela. Sit down, space viking."
Thor had tried to fight the mortals in the van, but exhaustion finally won. His head slumped against the side, and before long, he was unconscious.
When he woke again, the first thing he noticed was the strange ceiling above him. White tiles. Bright lights. The steady beep of a machine nearby.
He turned his head slowly. Tubes were stuck to his arm, wires taped to his chest. He yanked them off instantly, scowling. "What sorcery is this?"
A nurse entered the room carrying a clipboard, startled to see him awake. "Oh— you're up! Good, we were worried you might've had a concussion after being hit by that car. You need to rest—"
Thor sat up suddenly, towering even without his Asgardian strength. "Rest? No. I must find Mjolnir. Where have you hidden it?"
The nurse blinked. "Mjol-what?"
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