Chapter 268: C260
"Hahaha, good brother, I had a great time fighting today. It's always a pleasure to spar with someone as strong as you!"
"Thor, you're formidable too. Come on, drink!"
"Drink! I won't stop until I'm drunk tonight!"
On a small open-air rooftop, Thor, Sumarokov, Sif, the Warriors Three, and other Asgardians gathered around a long table piled with roasted meats and flowing ale. They laughed, ate, and drank under the night sky, celebrating with the reckless joy only warriors could understand.
Thor and Sumarokov, though jubilant, looked a little worse for wear. Thor's bare chest was marked with fresh scars, while Sumarokov appeared outwardly unscathed but was nursing several cracked bones and internal injuries. Despite their bold words, the duel earlier had pushed both of them to their limits.
The one-on-one clash between the two warriors had been ferocious and thrilling. Thor wielded the power of thunder and storms with masterful precision, while Sumarokov unleashed astonishing attacks, including a massive flying slash that nearly destroyed the entire arena. The ground cracked beneath them, and the energy of their strikes almost overwhelmed the protective runes and magic barriers designed to shield the audience.
Yet the Asgardians reveled in the spectacle. Rather than fearing for their lives, they cheered louder as the fight grew more intense. Their warrior spirit burned brightly, and they returned home that day satisfied with the display of power and valor.
Despite treating each other as deadly enemies during the fight, Thor and Sumarokov now drank as brothers, their mutual respect forged through battle.
As the celebration continued, this small rooftop banquet fostered bonds between the future king of Asgard, Thor's closest allies, and visitors like Wanda and others who had earned Asgard's respect through their strength and character.