I am Thor

"With Captain Marvel on Earth, there shouldn't be any major issues, right?" Thor muttered to himself as he surveyed the desolate landscape of Morag, near an ancient temple.

Minerva, walking beside him, nodded thoughtfully. "There shouldn't be. I don't know her well, but her reputation speaks for itself."

Thor nodded, satisfied. He'd only brought Nebula and Minerva along for this mission. As a Kree, Minerva was familiar with the stars around Morag and Xandar, making her an ideal guide. Nebula, on the other hand, was brought along partly in case they encountered her sister, Gamora—negotiations would go more smoothly with her presence.

Just then, a man in a long brown trench coat and a Walkman strapped to his waist walked into the temple entrance.

The man looked ruggedly handsome, but his actions quickly shattered that image. Putting on his headphones, he pressed play on his Walkman. A classic tune filled the air, and he began humming and dancing to the beat, even grabbing a small alien creature as a makeshift microphone.

"Hey… it's him," Thor whispered with a grin. Star-Lord, the so-called "leader" of the Guardians of the Galaxy, also known as Peter Quill, was giving them a show.

Nebula looked on with a mix of disgust and confusion. "Is he… an idiot?"

Thor laughed. "Not exactly. Besides being a goofball, he's got another title. Nebula, meet your future brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law?" Nebula's eyes narrowed. "You mean… Gamora? Him?"

"Yep. Unless she's planning on dating a talking tree, Star-Lord is her best option," Thor said with a smirk.

Nebula looked unconvinced. Thor wasn't wrong, though. Between Star-Lord and Drax, Peter was, at the very least, the more stable choice. Thor didn't know exactly when the Guardians of the Galaxy would form, so he had come to Morag on a whim to check if the Power Stone was still here—and he'd stumbled upon this rather ridiculous scene.

He resisted the urge to knock Star-Lord out and grab the Power Stone. This trip wasn't about the Infinity Stones; his main goal was to find Groot. According to Eitri, the best material for forging Stormbreaker's handle was a branch from Groot, the living tree. He figured Star-Lord with the Power Stone would make the perfect bait, inevitably attracting Gamora and Groot.

"Let's go. Next stop, Knowhere," Thor said.

Knowhere—the lawless mining colony nestled inside the severed head of an ancient Celestial—was a hotspot for rare resources and the black-market trade. Many powerful factions sent laborers there to mine, drawn by the high risks and higher profits. It was the ultimate destination for outlaws and thrill-seekers, and home to the Collector, who dealt in rarities from across the universe.

Thor's spaceship—a magnificent, 300-meter-long vessel armed with state-of-the-art weapons and complete with luxury accommodations like a cinema, swimming pool, and dining room—entered the region, drawing attention from everyone around. It was the first time he'd brought it out for a mission, having relied on the Bifrost for travel within the Nine Realms. But with this journey beyond Asgard's borders, it felt fitting to travel in style.

Nebula and Minerva gawked as they boarded. They didn't say anything, but their expressions were a dead giveaway of their awe.

"The only drawback is that it's not fully automated yet," Thor mused. "Current AI still can't control all the advanced systems on a ship like this."

"Why call it the Millennium Falcon?" Nebula asked, her curiosity piqued. "Does it mean something?"

Thor smiled, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes. "You wouldn't understand. It's sentimental."

At the entrance to a bar in Knowhere, Thor strolled in with Nebula and Minerva close behind.

"Does the Collector have what you need here?" Minerva asked, looking around.

Thor simply chuckled, keeping his plans to himself.

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