Thor narrowed his eyes, fists clenched. "If you're suggesting lies about my family, choose your next words carefully."
Michael didn't flinch. "Not lies—history. Forgotten, buried, rewritten. But truth has a habit of bleeding through cracks, doesn't it?"
The others watched silently as tension thickened in the air.
"She was the firstborn," Michael continued. "Your sister. Odin's weapon, his conqueror. Before you or Loki ever held a blade."
"No…" Thor whispered, voice barely audible.
"Yes," Michael said, stepping closer. "Her name is Hela. Goddess of Death."
"Goddess of Death? I don't know who or what she is," Clint said, "but pretty sure if she compared with Thor, God of Thunder, her title alone maker he way more powerful."
Michael nodded. "She once leveled entire armies on her own. If she were truly set free, she could bring down Asgard herself."
Thor stared at Michael blankly. "You're lying."
"Just go to the throne room," Michael said calmly, "and look behind the mural carved into the ceiling—the one that shows the golden age of Asgard. Beneath it is the real story."
Thor narrowed his eyes but said nothing. He raised Mjolnir slightly and then called out, "Heimdall!" With a flash of Bifrost light, he vanished into the sky.
"Well, he was in a hurry," Michael muttered, then turned to the others. "What about you guys?" he asked as they all looked at each other in uneasy silence.
"We will leave," Captain said seriously as he stood. "But we still don't believe you or trust you fully—so we'll be keeping an eye on you."
"Keep an eye on me? How?" Michael raised an eyebrow as he asked, and Natasha stepped forward.
"I'll work as a maid in your suite. I've got a fair amount of talent in that role," she said casually.
"Really? Will you?" Michael asked, smirking slightly as Natasha narrowed her eyes.
"Afraid your secrets and crimes might get leaked?" she replied coldly.
"No," Michael said with a knowing blink, "I just have a bad habit of... eating my maids. If you know what I mean."
The other maids in the room felt their faces flush deep red, blushing heavily at Michael's words. A few exchanged embarrassed glances, while others lowered their eyes, pretending to focus on their tasks — though it was clear they'd heard every word.
Tony cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well… that escalated quickly."
Natasha, unfazed, raised an eyebrow. "Charming. But I don't scare that easily."
Michael smirked. "Oh, I'm counting on it."
Steve stepped in, eyeing both of them warily. "Enough. We came here to understand the threat, not flirt with it."
Michael shrugged. "Then you'd better keep up. The threat doesn't wait — and neither do I."
The tension hung in the air for a moment longer, then Captain America took a step back. "Alright. We're done here — for now."
The others followed his lead. Natasha cast one last glance toward Michael, her expression unreadable, before turning away. Tony lingered near the door, eyes sharp. "We'll be watching," he said simply.
Michael offered a mock salute. "Feel free. I've always liked an audience."
With that, the Avengers exited one by one, leaving Michael alone with his charming smile and a room of still-blushing maids.
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With a thunderous crack and a flash of Bifrost light, Thor appeared at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, cape swirling behind him as he strode forward purposefully.
He found Heimdall standing tall at his usual post, ever watchful.
"Heimdall," Thor said, stepping closer. "Tell me something. Do I… have a sister?"
Heimdall was silent.
Thor narrowed his eyes. "You've seen all. You've always told me what I needed to know. Why not now?"
Heimdall looked down for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he slowly turned away, offering no answer.
Thor frowned deeply, frustration knotting his brow, but said nothing more. Instead, he turned on his heel and stormed across the golden bridge, his boots echoing against the shining surface.
Moments later, he entered the great throne room of Asgard.
Golden light spilled through stained-glass windows as Thor stood at the center of the vast hall, staring up at the ornate carvings and towering pillars.
He approached the throne slowly.
"Father…" he muttered to himself, then clenched his fists. "What else have you hidden from me?"
His gaze dropped to the ground, where the mosaic beneath his feet depicted Asgard's glory — warriors, realms, and above them all, Odin triumphant.
"He told me it's behind it, right?" Thor mumbled as he looked at the murals. Then, without hesitation, he hurled Mjolnir at the wall behind the throne.
The marble cracked as Mjolnir struck it with a deafening impact. Pieces shattered and fell away, revealing a hidden mural behind the pristine facade.
"What is this?" Thor muttered, stepping closer, brushing dust from the wall.
There, revealed beneath centuries of concealment, was an ancient mural — far older than the others. It depicted Odin, not as a benevolent ruler, but as a fierce conqueror. Beside him stood a woman, leading Asgardian legions into battle. Her presence was commanding, terrifying… and unmistakably powerful.
Thor stared at her — at the figure wielding none other than Mjolnir itself.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"She… held Mjolnir?"
He stepped back slowly, taking in more of the forgotten mural. As he looked across it, the story unfolded: the woman and Odin conquering realms, waging war, claiming thrones — but then something changed. The mural showed Odin turning against her, sealing her away. Her image faded into the shadows while Odin alone stood crowned above all.
And at the very center, the image of the Nine Realms under Odin's rule — without her.
Thor's breath caught in his chest.
"They erased her," Thor said quietly. "Erased the truth."
"But why?" he asked aloud — but there was no one around to answer.
"Because she became uncontrollable," a voice replied behind him.
Thor spun around, eyes widening as he saw Odin slowly approaching from the shadows of the hall.
"Father…" Thor breathed.
The All-Father walked with a heavy step, his expression solemn as he stopped beside Thor. "How did you learn of it?" he asked, gazing at the broken mural.
"Is she really my sister?" Thor asked. "Am I not the firstborn?"
Odin lowered his gaze, then gestured toward the hidden mural.
"She is indeed your elder sister," Odin said. "Hela… Goddess of Death."
The name alone seemed to weigh the air around them. Even the mighty warriors of Asgard once trembled at the sound of it.
"She was my firstborn," Odin continued. "A being of immense power."
"Then why?" Thor asked. "Why was she erased from our history?"
"Because she was not fit to rule," Odin said grimly. "She was a conqueror, a tyrant. At first, I was blind to it — I saw only her strength, her loyalty. Together, we brought down realms."
He turned his face to the mural, staring at his younger self beside Hela.
"But eventually… she sought only war. Only power. If I had let her continue, she would have led Asgard to its end."
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