Marvel: My Sign-in System

"Damn it!"

In a small town in the scorching heat of Mexico, Thor—clad in a hospital-issued gown—ran into the street, his expression a mix of confusion and rage. The streets, the houses, and the Midgardians who stared at him as if he were some madman felt alien to him.

Thor cursed under his breath, his frustration boiling over. Ever since he had been expelled to Midgard, everything had gone wrong. He had been knocked unconscious by a strange metal contraption, only to wake up in what the locals referred to as a mental hospital. There, they had restrained him, treating him like a dangerous lunatic. It had taken all his strength and cunning to escape.

Now standing in the open, Thor realized the full extent of his father's anger. Odin had not only banished him to this unfamiliar realm but had also stripped him of his divine power. He was mortal now.

Rage burned within him, consuming every thought. He raised his face to the sky and roared, "Father! I did nothing wrong! Why do you treat me like this? You're just a stubborn, foolish old man!"

His outburst drew the attention of the townsfolk. They stopped to gawk, some pointing fingers, while others pulled out their phones, presumably to call the authorities.

Once the fire of his rage subsided, Thor's shoulders slumped in despair. Anger wouldn't change his fate. He knew this deep down. As he surveyed the gathering crowd, a growing unease began to gnaw at him. Realizing the danger of staying put, he turned and broke into a run, weaving aimlessly through the streets.

He didn't know where he was going—he just ran.

After some time, the aroma of food wafted from a nearby restaurant, halting him in his tracks. His stomach growled, a sensation he had rarely experienced in Asgard. Hunger clawed at him, and for the first time, he felt the frailty of mortal life.

Thor approached the restaurant, intent on entering, but the screech of tires drew his attention. An RV pulled into a nearby parking space, its door swinging open. Out stepped two women and an older man, who immediately turned their attention to Thor.

Thor stared back, confused but wary. One of the women, with light brown hair and a kind but exasperated face, seemed to notice his hospital attire. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Great. Did you escape from the hospital?"

"Why are you even wearing that?" the older man asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. "You look like you belong in an institution."

The second woman, dark-haired and busty, stepped forward, her gaze roving over Thor's muscular frame with a smirk. She reached out and playfully tapped his bicep. "I didn't get a good look at you that night, but now? Wow, you've got a great build."

"And he's handsome too," she added with a wink. "Jane, we're really lucky."

"Daisy!" Jane snapped, shooting her friend a helpless look. "Focus!"

The older man crossed his arms, his frown deepening. "Look, maybe we should call someone. He doesn't seem… stable."

Thor's confusion gave way to indignation. Straightening his posture, he glared at them. "Hey, Midgardians! Do you know who you're speaking to?"

"Um, who?" The old man furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Are you… the president's son or something?"

Thor, standing tall and proud, declared, "I am Thor Odinson, son of Odin, the All-Father, ruler of Asgard and father of the gods."

Daisy's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Wow, that's a pretty cool title. I bet you'd rank first on some celebrity ranking site!" she teased, clearly smitten.

Jane let out a weary sigh. Earlier that evening, she had taken her mentor and best friend on a drive in the RV to capture images of a rare astronomical event. On their way back, they had nearly hit this mysterious man. And now? Jane couldn't shake the feeling that she might have accidentally given him a head injury.

A loud growl from Thor's stomach broke the tension.

"Are you hungry?" Jane asked tentatively. "Let me treat you to something to eat."

"Thanks," Thor replied without hesitation. Politeness wasn't exactly his strong suit, but the idea of food was too enticing to resist. He immediately turned toward the restaurant, only to have Jane stop him with a raised hand.

He blinked at her in confusion. "What is the meaning of this, mortal?"

Jane pointed at his hospital gown. "Uh… you're wearing, well, that. I don't think they'll let you in dressed like that."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his arm. "Come on, let's find you something more appropriate to wear." She guided him toward the RV, leaving Daisy and the old man standing behind.

Daisy nudged the older man and whispered, "Don't you think Jane's acting a little different with this guy?"

The old man frowned. "This man's origins are a mystery. We need to stay cautious, Daisy."

Though she knew the doctor had good intentions, Daisy's gaze remained on Thor, now climbing into the RV. Someone that handsome? she thought. He couldn't possibly be a bad guy… probably… maybe… definitely not!

A short while later, Thor emerged from the RV wearing a fresh outfit. He now sported a snug T-shirt, jeans, and shoes. The clothes strained slightly over his muscular frame, showcasing his chiseled physique.

Daisy's jaw nearly dropped. "Wow… you're even more handsome now!" she gushed.

Jane walked over, her tone slightly exasperated. "Good thing there was a spare outfit in the car. You're lucky." She gestured toward the restaurant. "Let's go eat."

Under Jane's guidance, the group made their way into the small-town diner. It was modest in size, with only six or seven tables, but it wasn't crowded; a few seats remained open. Thor scanned the room with a warrior's intuition, his gaze locking onto a corner table.

Seated there were three people: two tall, handsome men and a woman whose beauty and elegance seemed to rival that of an Asgardian. They noticed Thor's lingering gaze and exchanged knowing glances before nodding at him.

Thor's eyes narrowed slightly. He nodded back before Jane tugged him to their chosen table. The old man, still wary, observed Thor closely. His earlier behavior had piqued his curiosity.

As Jane and Daisy busied themselves ordering food, the doctor leaned toward Thor and asked quietly, "So… Thor, what were you looking at just now?"

"I didn't expect to meet some very nice people in Midgard," Thor said with a trace of excitement in his voice.

"Midgard?" The doctor's brows furrowed deeply. The man before him seemed stranger by the minute. From his odd manner of speaking to his regal demeanor, everything about him felt... off. Yet, the doctor couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Thor, oblivious to the doctor's scrutiny, continued with sincerity, "Yes, this is your realm. It is called Midgard. It is one of the nine worlds under Asgard's rule. I came here centuries ago and was worshipped as a god by your ancestors."

The doctor's eyes widened slightly. "Well... Thor... Thor Odinson is indeed a god in our mythology," he murmured, his tone cautious, as if trying to process what he was hearing.

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