[The moment Thor's hammer struck, it was like a bomb went off in the middle of the forest.
A shockwave exploded outward, flattening trees, sending leaves into orbit, and making at least one confused raccoon question its life choices before promptly fainting.
Iron Man took the brunt of the blast. His armor screeched in protest as it absorbed the impact, sparks violently flying off like fireworks. The repulsors on his boots sputtered, barely keeping him upright.
His HUD flickered in and out, and Tony could already hear J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice warning him about catastrophic failure—or maybe it was just his own internal monologue screaming at him.
With a groan, Tony forced himself to stand, his joints popping like an old man getting out of bed.
"Okay… okay… so that sucked." He glanced down at his armor, fully expecting it to be reduced to scrap metal. But instead, his energy levels were skyrocketing.
His eyes flicked to the bright, flashing numbers on his HUD.
400% energy capacity.
Tony blinked. Then blinked again.
A slow, smug grin spread across his face.
"Well, well, well… Looks like Point Break just gave me an upgrade."
Across from him, Thor wasn't smiling. The Asgardian's blue eyes narrowed as he saw Stark still standing, still smirking. If anything, the billionaire looked even more energized than before.
"Impossible," Thor growled, gripping Mjolnir tighter. "No mortal should withstand the might of the God of Thunder."
"And buddy, I am more than happy to return the favor."
With no time to waste, Tony redirected the immense power surging through his suit. Arc energy crackled violently around him as he raised both hands, palms glowing with an intensity rivaling a miniature sun.
Then, in one swift motion, he released it all.
A blinding beam of raw energy erupted from his repulsors, crashing into Thor like a tidal wave.
The force sent the God of Thunder flying backward at incredible speed, his body hurtling through the air before slamming into a distant cliff with a thunderous boom.
Rocks shattered upon impact, dust and debris clouding the area where he landed.
The battlefield fell into silence, both warriors momentarily winded.
Then, from inside the crater, a muffled, grumbly voice emerged.
"…Ow."
Tony dusted off his armor. "Yeah, that's about what I thought."
But just as they were about to lunge at each other once more.
Thunk!
Something flew out, a disc of pure vibranium, sliced through the air with unerring precision.
In a heartbeat, it struck Thor squarely in the chest before ricocheting into Tony's helmet, the impacts resonating with a metallic clang!
The force sent both heroes reeling.
Without losing momentum, the shield arced gracefully back, returning to Captain America's outstretched hand, its surface gleaming in the moonlight as if guided by divine precision.
A firm, no-nonsense voice followed.
"That's enough."
Captain America landed gracefully, descending from the treetops, his sharp blue eyes taking in the battlefield. His chiseled jawline tightened in disapproval, and for a brief moment, Tony could already hear the beginning of a lecture.
Here we go.
Cap turned his gaze toward Thor, standing firm with his shield raised.
"What's your purpose here?"
Thor peeled himself off the cratered rock wall and strode forward, brushing debris off his armor like this was totally normal.
"I am here to stop Loki's schemes."
Captain didn't even blink.
"Then prove it. Put down your hammer."
Tony, still recovering from being electrocuted five minutes ago—and questioning every life decision that led him here—threw up his hands in frantic protest.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! Cap! Buddy! Pal! This is officially in the 'bad idea' hall of fame. Sparkles over there has, let's call it… an unhealthy attachment to his hammer."
Thor's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in their depths. Thunder rumbled ominously overhead.
"…Attachment issue?"
Tony pointed straight at him. "Yeah. You ever see a guy gripping his phone on the toilet like it's his lifeline? That's you. But with your hammer."
The air grew thick with static as lightning crackled around Thor, his jaw tightening. He rolled his shoulders, his muscles rippling with divine power as he turned to Captain America.
"You wish for me to put down my hammer?" His voice rumbled like an earthquake beneath an angry sea.
Before Cap could so much as blink, Thor launched himself skyward, Mjolnir igniting with the fury of a newborn sun.
And then—he dropped.
The heavens themselves seemed to flinch as he crashed down, hammer-first, upon Cap's shield.
BOOOOOOOOM.
The impact sent a shockwave all over the place.
Thor?
The sheer shockwave sent Thor hurtling backwards, flipping through the air like a ragdoll launched from a catapult.
Cap?
Took half a step back.
Then, adjusting his stance, he stood firm, his shield gleaming in the moonlight like the final word in an argument no one else knew they lost.
Thor, now a cratered mess of Asgardian pride, groaned as he picked himself up, dusting off debris like an angry, overthrown monarch.
He stared at Cap in open disbelief.
"What… manner of shield is this?"
Meanwhile, from his spectator seat on a distant hilltop, Loki had seen enough.
With a sly smirk, he casually brushed off his robes and turned away.
"Well, this has been very entertaining," he murmured to himself. "But I do believe it's time for a discreet exit."
And, just like that, the God of Mischief was gone.]
The grand hall of Asgard, many stood witness to one of the most humiliating moments in Thor's life.
On the massive enchanted screen floating before them, the scene played out in excruciating detail: Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, getting smacked around like a training dummy.
Captain America barely budged, while Thor?
Thor went flying like a poorly thrown spear.
And worst of all?
Everyone saw it.
Thor's face twitched violently as the playback looped once more, showing him crashing through the air, cape flailing behind him like a distressed pigeon.
The hall fell silent. Then...
"Pfft!..."
A suppressed snicker. Then another. And another.
Before long, the entire hall erupted in whispers and hushed laughter.
Thor's ears burned red. He could hear them. The murmuring. The disbelief. The utter betrayal of Asgardians struggling to contain their amusement.
"Did you see that? The shield didn't even budge!"
"Thor flew back like a… like a leaf in the wind!"
"By the gods, Captain America stood his ground like he was the real god!"
Thor's eyelid twitched dangerously. His fists clenched.
Then someone, some poor, unfortunate soul, muttered a little too loudly.
"Perhaps he should be called the God of Throwing, not Thunder..."
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" Thor roared, his voice shaking the very pillars of the palace.
A massive boom of thunder echoed in the sky, and for a brief moment, the air crackled with lightning.
The Asgardians all froze.
Some tried to look away nonchalantly. Others coughed and turned to admire the 'lovely architecture' of the palace ceiling.
Thor's face was redder than a fire giant's armpit. He crossed his arms and huffed like an angry bear.
"That was just a moment of carelessness! A mere accident! Nothing more!"
"I am THOR, son of ODIN! As long as I hold Mjolnir in my hands, I fear NO enemy!"
"ENOUGH!" Odin's thunderous voice shook the hall, instantly silencing the whispers.
"HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO CONTINUE THIS NONSENSE?!" Odin bellowed, his mighty voice booming through the hall like an earthquake.
Thor flinched just slightly—a rare sight indeed.
The All-Father's face darkened.
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