The aftermath of Thor's appearance left Oliver's family reeling. Maria, Elena, and Oliver gathered in the dimly lit living room, trying to make sense of the chaos that had descended upon their city. But amidst the confusion and fear, a sense of determination began to take root in Oliver's heart.
"We need to figure out what's going on," Oliver declared, his voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty that lingered within him.
Maria looked at her son with a mixture of pride and concern. "But how? We're just ordinary people."
Oliver paused, his mind racing. He remembered the stories he had read about the Norse gods, the tales of their epic battles and larger-than-life personas. If Thor had truly returned, then there must be a reason—a purpose—for his presence.
"We need to find out why Thor is here," Oliver said, his voice tinged with urgency.
Elena looked up at her brother with wide eyes. "How would you be able to do that?.."
Oliver glanced around the room, his gaze falling on the bookshelf in the corner. There, nestled among Maria's cookbooks and Elena's school textbooks, was a collection of mythology books that Oliver had devoured countless times.
"I'll start by learning everything I can about Norse mythology," Oliver said, determination burning bright in his eyes.
From mid-day until nightfall, Oliver dedicated himself to immersing in the depths of Norse mythology. With unwavering determination, he delved into these texts, absorbing every detail with meticulous precision. Maria and Elena, drawn by Oliver's fervor, looked at him with amazement
As Oliver kept reading, he felt a sense of drowsiness enveloping him, like a heavy blanket settling over his shoulders. Each word seemed to weigh heavier on his eyelids, lulling him into a state of gentle relaxation.
As this state of gentle relaxation continued , Oliver couldn't resist , and so his eyes shut,