Chapter 293 - 290 Brother And Sister, Political Marriage.
'Loki?'
Following Thor's gaze, Luke caught a glimpse of a beautiful back.
The wavy long black hair hung down, and the gentle and graceful curve suddenly tightened at the slender waist. Then going down, it became round again, drawing a beautiful shape.
Gently swaying, exuding a charming feeling.
The pair of brown leather boots wrapped around the long, tight legs.
Occasionally, she would turn aside, revealing her side profile. Those slender eyebrows and thin red lips made people feel the urge to capture them.
'A dangerous stunner.' .
Luke silently commented.
She was like a magnet, with powerful attraction.
In addition to making Thor unable to move his eyes, it also turned him into a stalker.
Other men in the bar couldn't help but glance over.
Such charm!
"Is she Loki, your rebellious brother who brought the Chitauri and Thanos to earth and caused the Great War in New York?"
Luke glanced around, took a sip from his glass, and jokingly said, "If Loki was that charming, I don't mind being your brother-in-law."
"But she really looks like him."
Thor scratched his head. He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the back that was leaning near the bar.
"Loki loves green, likes luxurious and exquisite robes and accessories, and only drinks Asgard's Palm Springs wine …"
The corner of Luke's mouth twitched slightly as he heard the God of Thunder in front of him, listing his brother's habits and hobbies as if they were his own.
Truly Asgard's number one brother!
"She, on the other hand, is drinking Asgard's Palm Springs wine and wearing a green cloak, flamboyant and elegant … just like Loki."
Thor said to himself.
Since his brother died at the hands of Thanos, he had a heartbreaking period.
Therefore, he would indulge in fast food and games to escape from this cruel reality.
To be honest, Thor, who lost everything, sincerely hoped that his troublemaker brother would still use that last wonderful trick of feigning death and escape like he had when he faced the dark elves before.
Unfortunately, as Thanos said, Loki was really dead.
Luke's snap fingers only brought back people that disappeared, which did not include the God of Mischief.
"Then you go and strike up a conversation, by the way, ask if she could lend you some money. If it's really Loki, I believe she won't refuse her brother's request."
Luke patted Thor on the shoulder and pushed him out of the seat.
"The old bartender has been staring at us for a while, and if we linger on, he would probably come over and drive people out."
Thor was at a loss for words, like a young man without a partner at the prom.
After a few deep breaths, the Prince of Asgard walked towards the back with heavy steps.
His heart had expectations and … worries.
It would be nice to see his brother Loki again.
But his brother suddenly became a sister, which was a bit … strange.
"He doesn't seem to have much experience with striking up conversations?"
Strange was somewhat amused; watching people make fools of themselves often lightened up his mood.
"Weak human magician, you must know that Thor is the prince of Asgard. Perhaps on your planet, the King's son needs to initiate a conversation to pick up a girl?"
Rocket looked at Strange, who was ready to eat some popcorn, with contempt.
He had a good relationship with Thor -- although the other party always thought of him as a rabbit or a raccoon.
"Ah, hereditary aristocrats and monarchs is a backward system."
Strange curled his lips. He didn't want to quarrel with a pet.
'If the Loki of this universe is a girl, doesn't that mean that Thor could book a political marriage?' '
Luke leaned against his chair, his thoughts diverging.
Odin originally wanted to put Loki, a descendant of the Frost Giant, together with Thor, so they could cultivate feelings.
Thus, the thousand-year blood feud between Jotunheim and Asgard would be resolved, and a bridge of peace would be established.
Unfortunately, this plan wasn't realized.
Loki's pursuit of power, or his determination to prove himself, led him to oppose Thor.
Later on, he even made a mess, framing his brother and stealing the throne.
But change your mind and assume Loki was a girl.
When she grew up, she could enter an engagement with Thor, starting a political union between Asgard and Jotunheim.
Hiss!
The perfect script!
"I don't know what Thor in this universe is like."
Luke's mouth slightly curled.
He didn't mind attending an Asgardian royal wedding.
It's just …
Superman thought of another problem.
If Thor in the movie universe had a good impression of Loki in this world, they might come together.
What should he call his other self?
Brother-in-law?
The relationship between men and women in the context of parallel universes was really confusing.
Luke shook his head, collected his thoughts, and waited for Thor's performance.
…
…
"What should I say to start off with, 'Loki, long time no see?' Or… 'Loki, it's so good to see you.' And then give her a hug?"
While getting closer and closer to the bar and the beautiful back, Thor began to panic.
His heart was racing, his palms were sweating, and unconsciously he felt nervous.
It was like the excitement and apprehension he felt on his first date with Jane.
"Hello …"
"Get lost!"
Before Thor spoke, a burly guy with a beard suddenly pushed him away.
Then, the other party covered the edge of the bar table with both hands and surrounded the beautiful woman, who was drinking alone.
A bush of dark chest hair was exposed, emitting a strong body odor, causing the latter to frown slightly.
"Hey beautiful, have you ever heard of Grand Master Landry of the Upper East Side of New York? He's my uncle."
The burly man, who came out of nowhere, opened his mouth, and the smoky smell of alcohol sprayed out of his face. Coupled with that greasy fat face, it was vomit-inducing.
"Never heard of him."
The woman in the green cloak with a slender waist spoke indifferently. A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.
"Can you leave me alone? You remind me of a pigsty in the countryside."
The man should be drunk. He was a little sloppy.
His brain was completely controlled by his lower body.
The eyes stared straight at the tall woman as if he couldn't wait to eat the other party up.
"My home is very big, wanna come over and see…?"
"Hey."
A palm pressed on the shoulder of the strong man, followed by an angry voice.
"She told you to stay away, didn't you hear? You stupid pig!"
The dim light of the bar revealed Thor's handsome face.
A cold light flashed in his eyes. He didn't even care about Asgard's royal etiquette and popped out a foul word.
Any brother, seeing his br… sister being harassed, would certainly be angry.
Of course, if it were a brother, that would be fine.
The burly man loosened his hands and turned around. Before he could spit out the smell, an iron fist smashed his face.
Thor slightly retained a trace of reason and didn't hit too hard. Otherwise, he could have directly popped his opponent's brain.
That disgusting burly man, like a broken kite, knocked over a table and fell heavily to the ground.
The bridge of his nose cracked apart. Like an open faucet, his blood flowed, covering his fat distorted face.
A painful groan followed.
"My uncle! Is Grand Master Landry! You're going to die!"
These unintimidating words weren't taken seriously by Thor.
No matter how grand Master Landry is, could he be compared to Odin?
"Thor! How did you…"
The woman who caused the commotion looked surprised and then shook her head, "What's wrong with that eye of yours? No! You're not Thor. How could that guy let someone touch his hair and cut it short? "
She saw the fake eyeball and the different hairstyle and couldn't help but doubt him.
"You're really Loki!"
Thor's reaction was even more surprising. He didn't expect his younger brother would become a … sister.
"Who are you? Say it!"
Somehow a dagger appeared in Loki's hand and pressed against Thor's neck.
"How dare you impersonate that fool, Thor! What have you done with him?"
Sitting in the corner, Luke lamented, 'What a touching scene, brother and sister meeting. Sibling love as deep as the sea.'
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