Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 154 I gave you a chance but you didn’t use it.

(The Marvel chapter is not well written, I suggest you jump to the next world directly, the last few chapters are free to read)
"I don't suppose you want me to help you chase Thor, Sif?"

Lu Ke frowned, realizing that something seemed to be wrong. He wondered if he had just experienced a similar scene before.

"You know what I want to say?" Sif's surprised answer confirmed Luke's idea.

Was this a precognitive dream or was I attacked by a substitute?
"Of course, Sif, the only female among the Four Warriors of Asgard, your name is recorded in the mythology of Earth. Um... please wait a moment."

Luke raised his hand to signal Sif to keep quiet, closed his eyes and tried to contact the two clones on Earth...

"Oooooh~"

The connection was cut off, and he could not sense his two clones on Earth. The same should be true for the other side. It seemed that the option of precognitive dreams could be ruled out.

Lu Ke stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and magnified his perception, but he could not feel anything unusual.

Death returns?

Never-ending August?
Killer Queen’s third bomb—the loser eats dust?
None of them seem very reliable, Luke was thinking, but his thoughts were interrupted by Sif who was standing aside.

"Master Luke, are you willing to help me chase Thor?"

Suddenly, time went back. Luke was too lazy to care about such a small matter. He looked at Sif and sighed, "Sif, can't I do this?"

"What do you mean?"

Luke knelt on one knee, gently held Sif's hand, and looked at her affectionately, "In fact, I fell hopelessly in love with you the first time I saw you, Sif. You have the fortitude and courage of a warrior, and the gentleness and dignity of a woman. Do I have the chance to spend my life with you?"

Sif was stunned by this sudden confession and didn't know what to do, "You slept with a dozen of my friends yesterday, and we slept all night long..."

How did this Mage Luke have the nerve to say such things just after he had put on his pants?

"The person I was yesterday is no longer the person I am today. When my physical desires are satisfied, the only image that flashes through my mind is your face. Your voice, appearance, and smile are still vivid in my mind."

Lu Ke's expression remained unchanged, his tone was sincere but perfunctory, and his smile was filled with disdain.

"That sounds like something you're saying about a dead person... Sorry, I refuse. I already have someone I like."

"What a pity." Luke sighed regretfully, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy. You just asked me to help you chase Thor?"

"No need."

Sif left with a grim look on her face. She originally came here to seek help, but now she suddenly found it difficult to speak.

You can't just ask someone to help you pursue someone else right after you rejected their confession!

After Sif left, Luke returned to the room, found Skadi lying on the floor, covered in dirt, and patted her face.

"Wake up and tell me which bedroom Ancient One sleeps in."

"Stop, find someone else, let me rest..."

Skadi moaned with her eyes closed, biting Luke's finger and began to suck it.

Luke: ...

If you think about it carefully, the time loop is not a big deal. Let's see if it disappears automatically.

……

In the banquet hall, Thor covered his hungover head and opened his eyes.

In his hazy vision, he saw Loki standing straight, silently watching everything in the banquet hall: the iron candlesticks, the plain tables, the leftover food and not much wine left, the drunk Asgardian warriors on the ground, and him.

"Loki, help me up."

Thor had a splitting headache and rubbed his eyes. He drank a lot yesterday, all of which were thousand-year-old wines from Asgard. He still felt a little dizzy now.

"Okay, brother."

After hearing Thor's voice, Loki came back to his senses and turned his gaze towards him, smiling and extending his hand.

Thor was startled by his address and his eyes widened. Only then did he realize that Loki was not dressed as neatly as usual, nor did he look as elegant as usual. Instead, he looked relaxed and leisurely, even a little...

I don’t know how else to describe Thor’s meager vocabulary, but if I had to say it, it would be “peace”?
The golden sunlight shone through the stained glass of the banquet hall onto Loki's face, and for a moment Thor even felt that there was a sense of noble divinity on his brother's face.

It was as if he had seen through everything, experienced all the vicissitudes of life, seized the opportunity to take a nap, and returned to the original tranquility.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Loki smiled at him as he held out his hand, "I'm not a snake yet, so you won't be staring at me like a daze."

"Uh, nothing."

Thor grabbed Loki's hand and stood up, scratching his head. "Actually, ever since you turned into a snake and stabbed me, I don't like snakes that much."

Loki raised his eyebrows and showed an amused look, "What do you like? I'll change it for you, ok?"

He made a suggestion: "How about I turn into Mjolnir, so you can hold a hammer in each hand."

Two Mjolnir!

Thor's heart was pounding. He imagined himself descending from the sky with two Thor's hammers in his hands and killing everyone on the battlefield. After a fierce inner struggle, he stopped thinking.

"No, one Mjolnir is enough."

With Loki's level of magic, turning into Mjolnir is just an ordinary hammer. When needed, he can just use him as a humanoid weapon and throw him over. He also likes to play the "help game" with Loki.

The rescue game is his and Loki's usual trick. To put it simply, Loki pretends to be injured, and Thor supports him to ask for help and show weakness, and when the enemy loses vigilance, he uses Loki as a weapon to hit him.

The effect is excellent, but it kind of wastes Loki!

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Thor felt that the corner of Loki's mouth twitched when he thought this. "Brother, you take Mjolnir too seriously. You almost treat it as a partner."

"Is there? No!"

Thor looked unconvinced. He only brought Mjolnir with him when he was eating, drinking, getting up, greeting, having meetings, fighting, sleeping, bathing, masturbating, chatting, or going to the toilet.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even touch Mjolnir.

Well...try not to touch!
"Yes, I think you should develop some new romantic partners instead of just focusing on the hammer. At least your partner should be a humanoid creature."

"Thor never puts down his hammer!"

Thor shrugged, and the Thor's hammer on the table flew into his hand in response to his master's call. The familiar touch came from his hand, and he felt more at ease and showed a hearty smile.

Just now, Thor felt particularly uncomfortable and empty inside when facing Loki, who was talking to him normally instead of mocking him in a sarcastic tone.

"Loki, do you want to try to see if you can lift Mjolnir again?"

Loki's eyes were a little helpless, "No, I don't have an obsession with that thing anymore."

"Still pretending. I already knew you touched my hammer when I was sleeping before!"

Loki: "..."

Loki showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, and muttered, "It's all in the past, why bring it up?"

Thor's hammer Mjolnir is the most precious treasure of Asgard, and it is the most arrogant among all hammers. For those who can lift it, all combos are prepared for you, but for those who cannot lift it, like Loki, even if they use all their strength, it still won't move at all.

To be honest, Loki once acted as Mjolnir's bootlicker, but Hammer didn't care about his identity as the second prince of Asgard. He had tried countless times before, but all failed.

Even if you move a little, it would be fine!

It feels like you’re working so hard but can’t break into the door, while the person on the other end is happily playing with their phone and doesn’t even pay any attention to you.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar expression on Loki's face after his trick was exposed.

"Nothing, I just thought you looked a little different today."

Loki raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Is it the good ones that are different or the bad ones that are different."

"Ok."

Thor waved his hammer with a strange look on his face, "I don't know if you noticed that you kept calling me brother today."

"What's wrong with calling you brother?"

The problem is big!

Thor's face was solemn. He didn't call him "dear brother", nor "respected elder brother", nor "son of the great Odin, my brother who is the successor to the God King". Instead, he just called him brother normally. This was fine between other brothers, but it was almost terrifying when it came to him and Loki.

"In fact, at first I thought it was the alcohol that messed up your brain, or that you were under some kind of magic that made you behave well."

"I didn't deserve a beating like that before!"

Loki's face showed a little more emotion. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly showed the same smirk as when he played pranks before.

"Brother, I just lied. I still have a little obsession with Mjolnir. Can you let me try to lift the hammer again?"

"Of course I didn't ask..."

Just as Thor was about to hand over the hammer, he suddenly shuddered, his hair stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

This feeling is hard to describe. It's as if I was about to send my beautifully dressed girlfriend to Huangmao's house, and then drink the black tea that Huangmao brought me.

Loki: (*￣︶￣)
Thor: (-﹏-`;)
"Forget it, Loki."

Thor said in a muffled voice: "You will cry if you can't lift it."

Loki sneered. If he raised it, Thor would be the one crying.

"Hey, Thor!"

A sweet female voice was heard, and Sif, who was wearing armor, had a hesitant look on her face.

"Sif, what's going on?"

Sif hesitated for a moment, then mustered up her courage and said, "Master Luke just confessed to me."

Thor: "(Д*)
What the hell, one of his brothers confessed to another brother?

Oh yes, Sif is a girl!
That doesn’t work either!
"No, Sif, Luke is an excellent warrior...er...mage, and can be a very good friend, but he is definitely not a good partner. I saw him follow a dozen women back to his room yesterday!"

Sif's face lit up, "Would you be angry if Luke and I were together?"

"Of course!"

"Then what if..."

Sif showed hesitation on her face, glanced at the hammer in Thor's hand and Loki who was looking at him with encouragement, and her face blushed.

She couldn't say it in front of Hammer and Loki!

"Nothing, I went to training."

Sif fled away.

Loki sighed as he watched her retreating figure.

Give you a chance, you are useless!
(End of this chapter)