June 2, 2010 – Puente Antiguo, New Mexico
The morning sun cast long shadows across the dusty streets of Puente Antiguo as Arthur Apparated into an alley near the town's main strip.
The evacuation was already underway.
Black SUVs moved systematically through the streets. Agents in tactical gear went door to door, delivering carefully worded warnings about a gas leak that required immediate evacuation. Residents emerged looking confused and annoyed, but they complied. Nobody argued with men in suits who flashed official-looking badges and spoke in tones that discouraged questions.
Coulson had moved fast. Or perhaps Fury himself had given the order. Either way, they had trusted Arthur's warning, no matter how bizarre it must have sounded.
Arthur made his way to the edge of town, toward the converted car dealership that served as Jane Foster's base of operations.
The roll-up door stood open. Inside, amid the clutter of star charts and scientific equipment, the team was packing.
Thor was there, easily hoisting a heavy crate that would have required two normal men to lift. He set it down gently in the back of the van.
"Careful with that!" Jane called out. "That equipment is fragile!"
"Fear not, Jane Foster," Thor replied, his voice noticeably lighter than the night before. "I handle it as gently as I would a newborn babe."
Arthur leaned against the doorframe, taking in the scene.
The change in Thor was remarkable. The crushing despair of the previous night had receded. It still lurked in the shadows behind his eyes, but he was functioning. Moving forward instead of drowning.
And, Arthur noted with some amusement, he displayed the unmistakable signs of a man falling in love. Thor's gaze tracked Jane as she moved around the room, lingering a moment too long each time. Jane, for her part, was doing a terrible job of hiding how much she enjoyed the attention, stealing glances when she thought no one was looking.
Arthur had thought he and Eileen had moved fast. But these two had met and fallen for each other in barely twenty-four hours.
"Good morning," Arthur announced.
The room froze. Thor looked up, and a grin broke across his bearded face.
"Arthur Hayes!" Thor strode over, wiping grease from his hands onto a rag. "The Guardian of Midgard returns. I trust the morning finds you well?"
"Better than it finds this town," Arthur said. "I'm glad to see you're not wallowing in the mud anymore."
"I have had time to... reflect." Thor's expression softened. "And I have found good company in my exile. Dr. Selvig and Jane have shown me great kindness."
"Mostly Jane," Darcy muttered from her corner, where she was wrestling with a tangle of cables. "Erik just got himself drunk and started rambling nonsense."
"We agreed never to speak of that again!" Selvig protested, his face reddening.
Arthur smiled. "I'm glad you've found some peace, Thor. But I'm afraid it won't last long."
Thor's smile faded. "What do you mean?"
"Why do you think S.H.I.E.L.D. is evacuating the town?" Arthur gestured toward the window, where another black SUV rolled past. "I advised them to clear the area. This place is about to become very dangerous."
"Dangerous how?" Jane demanded, abandoning her packing. "What's coming?"
Arthur looked at Thor. "Your brother is going to cause problems."
Thor blinked. "Loki? Why would he do that?"
"You tell me."
"No." Thor shook his head firmly. "Loki and I are close. He would never—"
Arthur sighed. The blind loyalty towards a brother was worthy of praise if not for the current situation.
"Do you really have no doubts?" Arthur pressed. "Think about last night. The things he told you in that cell. That Odin is dead. That your mother forbids your return. That the truce with Jotunheim depends on your permanent exile." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Does any of that sound like the Odin you know? The mother who raised you? Or were they lies designed to keep you here, broken and hopeless?"
Thor hesitated. For a second, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. But the emotional wound was too fresh. He clung to the lie because the alternative, that his brother had betrayed him, was too painful to accept.
"He... he would not lie about our father's death," Thor said softly. "Whatever games Loki plays, he loves our family."
Arthur shrugged. "You don't have to believe me. But if I'm right, he'll be sending someone to clean up loose ends very soon."
Thor turned away, his hands clenching into fists. The conflict on his face was painful to watch. A man being forced to question everything he believed about someone he loved.
"Wait," Jane interrupted. "Back up. S.H.I.E.L.D. evacuated an entire town because you told them to?"
Arthur nodded.
"So they listen to you?" Jane's eyes narrowed, her mind connecting dots. "If you have that kind of pull... can you get my stuff back?"
"We have an understanding," Arthur said. "I can ask Agent Coulson to return your equipment once the dust settles. It shouldn't be a problem."
"Thank you," Jane breathed, her shoulders sagging with relief. "That's... thank you."
Selvig stepped forward, his demeanor shifting from worried scientist to something more formal. He extended his hand.
"Mr. Hayes. It's an honor to meet you properly." He shook Arthur's hand firmly. "When I heard your name yesterday, I couldn't place it. I spent half the night trying to remember. I thought perhaps I would meet you at a CERN conference or a gala, never in a dusty garage in New Mexico."
Arthur tilted his head. "Oh? Someone found time for some research even with the chaos?"
Darcy looked up from her cable nightmare. "Wait, is our mystery man famous or something?"
"Mr. Hayes is not a public figure in the traditional sense," Selvig explained, adjusting his glasses. "So only people in the top financial and scientific circles have heard much about him. But the ordinary-looking gentleman standing in front of you is the owner and founder of the Phoenix Group."
Darcy's jaw dropped. "What?!"
"But—" Jane's brow furrowed. "Isn't the CEO Daniel Wang? I've seen him in interviews."
"I like a quiet life," Arthur said with a shrug. "Daniel handles the operations and the press. I prefer to do a few things here and there behind the scenes."
Darcy scrambled over the boxes, eyes wide with sudden interest. "So you're like... the richest man in the world? Oh my God. Can you give me a million dollars? I have student loans."
"Darcy!" Jane hissed, mortified.
Arthur laughed, a genuine, warm sound. "You know, you're the first person to ever just ask me that. Tell you what, remind me later. I can help with your student loans."
Darcy fist-pumped silently, mouthing "yes" to herself.
Selvig looked at Arthur, his expression serious. "And that is only one of your identities, isn't it? The ties with S.H.I.E.L.D., the way you vanished yesterday, the knowledge of things that should be impossible. Even Thor treats you like a warrior equal." He paused. "Our world isn't as simple as we thought, is it?"
"Far from it," Arthur agreed. "Earth, or Midgard as Thor calls it, is more extraordinary than you know. You've barely glimpsed its secrets, Doctor. Even the things Thor has shared are just a doorway to something much larger."
Thor nodded slowly. "Indeed. Even I do not know everything about the cosmos. The Nine Realms alone contain wonders beyond counting." He looked at Arthur with something approaching respect. "I had no idea Midgard possessed a guardian of such power. Perhaps even my father does not know of you."
"That may be because I grew up recently," Arthur said. "In cosmic terms, anyway. Your father stopped managing the Nine Realms directly some time ago, focusing instead on training you as his heir. I slipped through the cracks."
Thor's face fell at the mention of his father. "Yes... training that I failed. And now he is gone."
"No need to have a face like that," Arthur said gently. "Your father is not dead."
Thor froze. Hope surged in his chest.
"Truly?" His voice cracked. "How... how could you know?"
"Because I know a lie when I hear one," Arthur replied. "But you don't need to take my word for it. Why don't you ask your friends?"
"My friends?" Thor asked, confused. "What do you—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Through the open bay doors, movement caught his eye. Four figures were marching down the main street toward the lab, their footsteps raising small clouds of dust.
They were dressed in leather and armor, carrying swords and axes. They looked utterly out of place against the backdrop of pickup trucks and faded storefronts.
A woman with raven hair and silver armor. A large, voluminous man with a red beard. A dashing blonde swordsman. And a grim-faced warrior.
Thor's eyes went wide. A smile of pure, unadulterated joy broke across his face.
"Sif!" he roared. "Fandral! Hogun! Volstagg!"
He ran out to meet them.
Arthur watched as the group collided in a mess of embraces, backslaps, and laughter. Thor lifted Sif clear off her feet. Volstagg nearly crushed him in return. Fandral clapped him on the shoulders. Even Hogun's stoic expression cracked into something resembling warmth.
Jane and the others watched in stunned silence.
"They look like they're dressed for a Renaissance faire," Darcy muttered. "A really intense one."
Arthur stayed back, letting them have their moment. He heard the rapid-fire exchange of news.
"Thor, we came as soon as we could—"
"Loki commanded us not to seek you out—"
"He told the court you were exiled forever, that the Allfather himself had decreed it—"
"He has taken the throne!"
And then, the confirmation Arthur had promised.
"My father," Thor asked, his voice trembling with desperate hope. "Loki said he was dead. Tell me the truth."
Sif's face twisted with barely contained anger. "The Allfather lives. He has fallen into the Odinsleep, but he is not dead. Loki lied, Thor. He stole the throne while Odin slumbered."
Thor staggered back as if struck. The betrayal was real. Arthur had been right about everything.
"Loki..." Thor whispered. Pain and anger warred openly on his face. "Why would he do this? We are brothers."
Before anyone could answer, the ground shook.
A low rumble, like distant thunder, vibrated through the soles of their shoes.
In the distance, out in the desert, the sky tore open. A massive, swirling vortex of clouds formed, and a beam of rainbow light slammed into the earth.
Darcy's voice was very small. "Was someone else supposed to be coming?"
Sif's hand went to her sword. "No."
The group fell silent, staring at the dissipating light on the horizon. Something had arrived. Something that Loki had sent.
Arthur looked at Jane, Selvig, and Darcy. His voice brooked no argument.
"You three need to leave. Now. Get as far from here as you can."
"But—" Jane started.
"Now, Dr. Foster." Arthur's tone left no room for debate. "I need to go save some fools who are about to face something far beyond their capabilities."
He vanished with a soft pop, leaving Thor and his companions staring at the empty space where he'd stood.