Stupid Odin

Look at him! Look at him!

Hela is only 8 years old and she's already so smart!

Compared to Hela, Thor just wants to beat his own children, Modi and Thrud, to death, those two morons whose brains are full of muscles.

One is the God of Courage, the other is the Goddess of Strength, they are simply the golden combination of 'Scatterbrain' and 'Grumpy'.

Thor suddenly understood Odin's good intentions. He must have been just as headache-inducing when his father used to keep him, Thor, on a leash, right?

Thor rubbed his brow: "Hela, good idea, let's do it that way."

Thor just likes to be reckless, believing in 'miracles through brute force,' but that doesn't mean he doesn't have enough wisdom to judge the suggestions presented to him.

His decisive approval made Hela secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

A little over half a day later, the old lecherous giant, Thrym, heard the news from his giant subordinates, and he was instantly excited.

"Freyja! It really is Freyja!"

On the second-floor terrace of his house, he saw Thor driving his beloved goat chariot, with a charming goddess in the back seat.

Thrym recognized her at a glance. It was indeed the goddess Freyja, who haunted his dreams.

Wearing a gold-trimmed, long, one-piece dress, her slender figure, coupled with the large breasts that were enough to make gods and giants alike swoon, made her appear beautiful and charming, yet not lacking in seductive allure.

Thrym's mouth watered as he watched.

She held a small parasol, her face frosty, obviously not very happy.

That didn't matter. Thrym felt that as long as he could kiss the goddess's lips, he would be willing to die.

He hurriedly ordered the giants under his command to open the doors of the house to allow Thor's goat chariot to enter.

A group of giants were busily preparing to welcome the bride. Not only were they ugly, but their clothes were extremely sloppy. It looked like an extremely clumsy farce.

Stopping the goat chariot, Thor, suppressing his inner displeasure, said roughly to Thrym: "I have brought Freyja as promised. Where is my hammer?"

Thrym, drooling as he looked at Freyja, muttered: "What's your hurry! After the wedding is over, you can naturally see your trash hammer."

Several veins bulged on Thor's neck and arms. If it weren't for Odin's instructions, Thor would have lost his temper and rushed up to beat this guy up.

On the other hand, Freyja in the goat chariot was obviously extremely indifferent, and didn't even hide her disgusted gaze towards Thrym.

Thrym didn't care. What he wanted was the goddess Freyja herself, not Freyja's heart.

Most male giants are creatures who are willing to let primitive impulses dominate their rationality.

The grand banquet began.

Thor had to admit one thing: Thrym's taste was extremely terrible, but the food in his house was really delicious. All kinds of delicacies emphasized large portions and filling you up.

The most delicious ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods to make foodies happy enough to ascend to heaven on the spot.

Thor, this guy, was impolite and started eating directly.

As a famous glutton in the God Realm, Thor's eating speed could be described as a whirlwind. With one bite, only the bones of a cow's leg were left to spit out. Smaller bones were easily crushed and swallowed into his stomach as cartilage.

Thor alone ate at least the amount for eight gods, with an air of turning grief and indignation into appetite, as if he wanted to eat Thrym into poverty.

If Thrym himself wasn't a giant with a huge physique and a lot of preparations, Thor might not have been full.

After eating and drinking his fill!

Thor roughly wiped the grease from his mouth with his hand and said loudly: "The wedding is over, you bastard, you should return the hammer to me, right?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Thrym turned and entered the house. When he came out, he was already holding Thor's Mjolnir.

At this time, the out-of-tune music played by the giant musicians had also reached its peak.

Regardless of whether their performance was good or not, at least the volume was up.

Just as his subordinates were clamoring for "a kiss," Thrym walked over unceremoniously and embraced Freyja, who was quite petite compared to his huge size.

"Darling, you wouldn't want me to just press down on you and hurt you, would you? I know you Asgardians can grow in size. Come on, show me!"

Freyja smiled mysteriously: "Then… you have to see clearly!"

Ordinary clothes obviously couldn't withstand the increased size after an Asgardian transformed, except for magical clothes. When Freyja grew to 20 meters tall, perfectly matching Thrym's size, Thrym was extremely happy.

He puckered up his big mouth, full of rotten teeth and reeking of sewage, and leaned over.

If there were no accidents, there would be an accident.

Just when he thought he could kiss her fragrant lips, Freyja even leaned over, revealing half of her perfect face.

But before her mouth reached halfway, that perfect, charming face that captivated all living beings suddenly became very terrifying.

There was no skin! Even the muscles were withered! Even the eyelids didn't exist, only a dry, wooden, dead eye was staring at him fiercely.

"Ah? Ah, ah, ah—" Thrym let out a shrill, terrified scream. Not only did he pee on the spot, but he was also so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

What hunting for beauty? What goddess?

All gone!

In the blink of an eye, how did the good Freyja turn into a terrifying female ghost?

And this disgusting female ghost was still approaching step by step, making a cold voice that was enough to make people lose their souls.

"Heh heh heh! Didn't you say you liked me? Why don't you kiss me—"

The frivolous and teasing tone, and that ugly face that was enough to scare even giants to death, formed the most unacceptable huge contrast.

"Ah, ah, ah—" Thrym instinctively shrank back in fright, drawing a long, thick line on the ground with the yellow and white liquid.

This scene disgusted even Hela, who was used to seeing the ghosts of the dead.

She had vented her anger, but Thor hadn't vented his yet!

It wasn't until the shining lightning and violent roar rang out in the room that Thrym remembered that there was also a Thor next to him!

Thor walked towards Thrym with a sullen face and murderous aura.

"Protect me, Thor… go?" Thrym called out to his huge hound guard.

Unfortunately, his proud dog, just as it pounced into mid-air, was smashed over by Mjolnir. With a "clang," the huge dog's head spun around like a top, staggered a few times, and then sat down on the ground, unable to get up.

Thor sneered: "Don't worry, I will eat it clean afterwards and send it down to accompany you."

"No! You can't do this to it."

"Hehe! Guess, will I kill you or not?" Thor continued to stride forward.

"No! I just stole your hammer, is it necessary?" Thrym argued loudly.

Thor was speechless at the giant's idiotic behavior.