Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Just toss Loki onto the trash pile. Thor and I will pretend we're taking out the garbage, and we'll 'find' him there."

"Alright, I'll make the arrangements," Odin said after a moment of thought. He added a warning: "By the way, ever since I sealed Loki's powers, he's changed. You'll understand once you see him."

With that, Odin got up and headed outside.

"Wait a second!"

Mike quickly called after him.

"What is it now?" Odin turned back, his expression indifferent.

"Take your trash with you. The one you left by the door."

Odin replied, "That's not trash. That's the Spear of Eternity..."

Wait—

So you disguised the Spear of Eternity as a bag of trash?

Mike's eye twitched.

Poor spear.

Odin picked up his 'trash' and turned to leave.

Mike rubbed his temples.

That old man had actually come all the way to Earth to check on his son—and even entrusted Loki to him to raise…

Wait a minute.

Mike's brow furrowed.

Was he turning into the Asgardian daycare?

Still, remembering the weapon Odin had promised, Mike smiled.

For the sake of that weapon, he could deal with a little extra hassle.

Meanwhile, having left the restaurant, Odin brought Loki to the trash bin closest to Mike's place.

He reached out and gently touched the forehead of the unconscious Loki.

Only by passing the trial can you regain your powers and return to Asgard.

After leaving this message, Odin bowed his head and touched his forehead gently to Loki's. Then, casting a spell that only Thor would be able to see through—and one that would last a few hours—he dumped Loki into a large metal trash container.

"Bless you, my son."

With a soft murmur, Odin vanished.

"Dad, Raven and I ate out, so don't wait for us to come home."

"Alright, just be careful on the way back."

Mike hung up the phone and glanced at the time.

Five o'clock.

Perfect—closing time.

He still had someone to pick up.

"Thor! We're closing!"

"Coming!"

A few seconds later, Thor emerged carrying two bags of kitchen garbage.

After Mike finished gathering the rest of the trash, he said, "Let's go."

At the end of each workday, they'd throw out the day's garbage to keep things tidy.

Aside from occasionally closing early, refusing new orders, and having a rather cold attitude toward customers, their restaurant was honestly a pretty good one.

Each holding a bag of trash, they locked up and headed toward the dumpsters.

Watching Thor's back, Mike chuckled inwardly.

What kind of expression would Thor have when he saw Loki?

Heh heh…

Suddenly, Thor glanced over his shoulder, puzzled. "Why are you smiling? Something off?"

"Nope. Everything's perfectly normal."

Mike shook his head and strode past Thor toward the dumpster.

"Let's go!"

He tossed the bag into the dumpster and glanced inside.

Where was Loki?

Just then, Thor threw in his own trash and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey!"

Mike called him back, frowning. "You didn't notice anything weird?"

"Weird?" Thor looked at the dumpster. "They switched dumpsters?"

Mike blinked. "You know, I didn't notice until you said it. They did switch…"

His expression suddenly changed, and he activated his super vision.

Instantly, he could see everything inside the dumpster.

There was barely any garbage inside, even though this time of day usually meant it was overflowing.

The dumpster had been swapped. Which meant Loki…

Smack!

Mike slapped his forehead, a headache blooming.

"What's wrong?" Thor asked, confused.

"Nothing. I'm just happy about the new dumpster," Mike muttered and gave the container a light punch.

Thud!

A dull sound echoed as a dent appeared on the side of the dumpster.

Thor blinked in surprise. "You're that happy about it?"

"Heh…"

One hour earlier.

A garbage truck rolled up.

The driver hooked up the movable bin, preparing to hoist it onto the truck, when a nearby resident came over carrying a bag of trash.

The bag spun through the air and landed—smack—on someone's face.

It was Loki.

Maybe the timing was just right, or maybe the insult of garbage to the face was too much—Loki's eyelids twitched.

Just a twitch.

He didn't fully wake, but his consciousness began to stir.

"You're collecting garbage this early? It's still over two hours until six," the resident asked curiously.

The driver chuckled as he loaded the bin. "It's my wife's birthday tonight—I've got to get home early to prepare."

"You're a sweet one. Your wife's a lucky woman."

The driver grinned, waved, and once the bin was loaded, drove off, humming a tune.

A few minutes later, a different garbage truck dropped off a fresh, empty bin in its place.

Half an hour later, Loki finally woke up.

His eyes snapped open, burning with anger.

He had been banished.

His powers sealed.

After Thor was cast out of Asgard, Loki had discovered the truth of his origins—he was the son of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants.

He was Odin's adopted son.

After confronting Odin over it, the All-Father had suddenly entered the Odin Sleep.

With Thor banished and Odin unconscious, Loki's mother had entrusted him with the Spear of Eternity, making him acting ruler of Asgard.

Loki had understood: if he wanted to truly be king, he had to do something big during Odin's slumber—something that would earn his father's approval.

So, he secretly colluded with Laufey, opened the Bifrost to let him in to kill Odin—and at the last moment, killed Laufey himself, playing the hero.

He had hoped that would finally win Odin's recognition.

But instead, Odin had locked him away and told him to reflect on his actions.

Loki, of course, wasn't one to sit and wait.

He found a way to escape…

But Odin had caught him again.

Seeing that Loki remained unrepentant, Odin stripped him of his powers and banished him to Earth.

So this was Midgard?

Why did it smell so bad?

A rank stench assaulted his nose, making Loki wrinkle his brow.

He tried to move and found that he could control his body again.

Struggling a bit, he finally stood up.

The setting sun cast brilliant rays over him, making him squint.

When he adjusted to the light and took in his surroundings, he froze.

Cars zoomed by.

Tall buildings towered above.

The smell was absolutely revolting.

Loki nearly threw up.

He looked down—and fell silent.

Was this… garbage?

Why was he lying in trash?

Had he been dumped here during his banishment?

He'd already been unconscious when the spell took effect, so he had no memory of what had happened afterward.

(End of Chapter)