"Focus up!"
"This is my first time!"
"Feeling dizzy is totally normal, alright?!"
Sakaar
The most iconic landmark on this planet was a towering structure reminiscent of Mount Rushmore—
Except instead of presidents, massive metallic faces were embedded into a colossal spire.
High above hung a glaring, crimson rift in the sky—
A devouring wound in space.
Around it clustered countless smaller, pale-purple portals.
Leon and the others crash-landed—
Not in the city itself.
But in the vast cybernetic junkyard encircling it.
Whoosh—
The wormhole snapped shut behind them.
"!!!!" ×4
A violent sense of weightlessness and spatial disorientation flooded their senses.
It was their first time traversing a wormhole.
That twisted, gut-wrenching sensation—like your spine and skull briefly occupying the same coordinates—
Even Leon couldn't fully shrug off.
He had already dropped out of his Godzilla form mid-transit.
The four brothers plummeted from high altitude—
Straight into a mountainous "speed bump" made of alien scrap.
BOOM—!!!
Debris exploded outward.
Broken tech.
Household junk.
Unidentifiable alien components.
Everything scattered like confetti.
"Cough—!"
"Where the hell did you just send us?!"
WHAM—
A spinning, DNA-helix-shaped escape pod fell from a nearby purple portal straight toward them.
Leon recovered first and casually punched it into scrap metal.
Then he looked around.
Familiar.
Yet alien.
"Holy sh—"
"Tony, you've got incredible aim."
The crimson maw in the sky.
The endless falling junk.
The distant metal tower-city.
Leon recognized it instantly.
Sakaar.
A lawless world ruled absolutely by the Grandmaster.
Violent culture.
Obsessed with gladiatorial combat.
Its unstable surface was riddled with spatial anomalies—
Naturally occurring wormholes linking to countless regions of the universe.
Easy to enter.
Nearly impossible to leave.
Other civilizations used it as a cosmic landfill.
And a dumping ground for criminals.
Races that would never otherwise meet collided here.
Alien tech fused.
Cultures intertwined.
Under the Grandmaster's rule, Sakaar had grown into a power no one could ignore.
Thor recovered next.
He scanned the surroundings and cautiously called out:
"Heimdall?"
"I am here. I am always here."
On Asgard's Rainbow Bridge, Heimdall stood with both hands resting upon the hilt of the Hofund.
His voice echoed not only in Thor's mind—
But in Leon, Tony, and Loki's as well.
Beside him, Skurge—his intended successor—was very openly slacking off while polishing his twin weapons, Des and Troy.
Tony blinked.
"Wait. I thought he couldn't see this far?"
Thor hesitated.
Heimdall answered calmly:
"Tony Stark. Thor was both correct and incorrect."
"My sight spans the cosmos without limit."
"But I typically focus only on the Nine Realms under Asgard's protection."
"When you vanished from Midgard, I searched."
"You appeared as four faint lights—not far from Asgard, cosmically speaking."
Tony nodded slowly.
"So your all-seeing eye is like an infinite-range telescope."
"You normally monitor subscribed regions."
"Other sectors require manual attention."
"A reasonable analogy," Heimdall replied.
"If I lifted all restrictions at once, the information alone would destroy my mind."
Tony clapped his hands together.
"Great. Then beam us home."
He carefully avoided mentioning trying another wormhole himself.
He was brilliant—
But not reckless enough to gamble blindly.
What if the next jump spat them near a black hole?
Heimdall paused.
"No."
"I cannot."
"Why?" Leon asked.
"Sakaar's spatial structure is unstable."
"Its surface is riddled with volatile portals."
"If I opened the Bifrost there, the energy discharge would shatter the planet's balance."
"It would be destroyed."
He paused.
"Loki. Much like what you once intended for Jotunheim."
Loki stiffened.
"Let's not revisit that," he muttered.
"I'm trying to be better now."
"Frigga misses you."
Silence.
That struck deeper than lightning.
Loki's lips parted—ready to retort.
I was just her adopted son.
The words died in his throat.
He lowered his voice.
"I miss her too."
Thor smiled softly.
"If not the Bifrost," he asked Heimdall, "how do we return?"
"The largest portal above you."
"The red one?"
"Yes."
And Heimdall's presence faded.
The four brothers exchanged glances.
They looked up at the massive crimson rift.
Then toward the approaching ships from the steel metropolis.
Tony's faceplate lifted, revealing eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Since we're here…"
"Want to explore?"
Scientist instinct.
Male instinct.
Thor hesitated.
"This may not be wise. Last time I rushed into unfamiliar territory…"
Memories of Jotunheim resurfaced.
Loki smirked.
"What's wrong, Thor? Afraid?"
Thor bristled immediately.
"I am not afraid! I am exceedingly brave!"
He twirled Mjolnir with exaggerated confidence.
Leon clapped once.
"Decision made."
Sakaar instance—
Activated.
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