GOT Thor Travelling

I did my job. Now the North, and by extension the South, knew about the looming threat of the White Walkers. So, where is my Upgrade Point in Odin's name? I expected to get it as soon as I showed Ned Stark that hand.

Things often don't go as planned though. So here I am, stuck with no progress, wanting to knock my head against Mjolnir.

'I must be missing something,' I pondered as I mindlessly followed the King on his hunting trip. He said this helped clear his mind. The fool didn't realize that, aside from sleeping, this was the only activity where he wasn't drunk enough to forget his own name.

The only explanation for the system's silence about this quest could be that I hadn't completed it yet. Since this was a Main Quest, it had to be more difficult than I initially thought. Maybe I had to see it through to the end—summoning all the lords of the North and showing them the proof. Outside of that, I couldn't see anything else that might work.

"The North needs me, Robert. Robb is too young. Without me, the Northern lords will—" Ned Stark was saying, but the King cut him off.

"Seven hells, Ned! Without you, I can't run the fucking Seven Kingdoms, let alone help you with the problem up here in the North. You know damn well that old lion has been eyeing the Hand's position for more than a decade now. I'm surrounded by those fucking gold heads! The whores in King's Landing know more about the kingdom than I do. I got no one I could trust there.

I need you there, Ned. You have my word—the North will get all the help it needs when the time is right. I'll take charge myself. But that will never happen if that old lion becomes the Hand. Even as King, I can't handle everything."

Robert's tone was heated. They had been bickering ever since I forced them to face reality.

If Ned stayed, the North would have a strong leader when the time came—not to mention that the South might avoid war altogether, and the King might even survive. That was far more favorable for fighting off the White Walkers.

That was the reason I was here, accompanying them on this hunt. Besides the fact that the King himself had asked for me, I had another reason. Bran—Ned Stark's second youngest—was soon going to see something he shouldn't and suffer the consequences.

His situation could force Ned Stark to stay, whereas in the books and TV show, he still followed his honor. But maybe, this time, with so many reasons in his favor, he wouldn't. As for why I was here, it was to ensure nobody could blame me for what happened to Bran later on.

Catelyn Stark realized that the Lannisters were behind Bran's fall from the tower by finding a strand of blonde hair at the scene. And hell would freeze over before they mistook it for one of mine.

Yeah, I felt bad for not saving the child, but it was important for the realm. That's what I told myself—until Thor's pride surged out.

'What kind of god would I be if I had to sacrifice a child to save the realm? Until I draw breath, not even a strand of his hair will come to harm… blah, blah, blah.' My mind started coming up with all sorts of reckless justifications.

This time, though, I suppressed the feeling. It helped that I only realized all of this after coming out here to hunt with the King. There was no way for me to return to Winterfell in time anyway.

"Shush…" Everyone crouched down, making me the only one unaware of what was happening. Looking forward, I saw a stag.

'Ah right, we're here to hunt. With all their bickering, I almost forgot.'

"Joffrey, come here. Take the shot." Robert Baratheon called out his firstborn. The boy was carrying a crossbow. Of course, he missed, and we had to chase after the damn stag for another twenty minutes.

Good thing he was keeping his distance after what happened earlier, or I would have given him another reason to.

"Have you ever hunted before?" Robert asked.

"Yes, but not for food."

"Hmm, you don't look like a lowborn from wherever you're from. What were you back home?" Robert eyed me, assessing my looks and mannerisms.

"A VIP customer for all the wine and cup makers."

"Ahahahaha! Smart lad. Didn't see you drink much, though."

"Aye, coming here gave me enough reason not to." I replied, though what I really wanted to say was that meeting him was the reason. Robert Baratheon was much like the fat Thor from Endgame—a man who had lost everything and now drowned himself in drink and whores, stumbling his way to an early grave.

"Worry not. Even if you can't find your way back, you're always welcome in King's Landing. I might even knight you if you're really as good with that hammer of yours as others claim." Robert laughed, patting my back.

Soon, we found the stag, and this time, they didn't give Joffrey a chance. Meaning, we caught it. I stood back, uninterested, until I heard something.

"Did you hear that?" I asked.

"Hear what?"

"That…" I pointed in the direction of the noise, but they all seemed oblivious. I knew I wasn't mistaken. It might not have been shown much in the MCU, but Asgardians were superior to humans in every way—senses included.

A sudden growl shattered the calm, alerting everyone.

This was the perfect time to say I told you so… but I refrained. Instead, I tightened my grip around Mjolnir, ready to fight.

"Get back!" I shouted as whatever it was came directly at us. Then, we all saw what we were facing.

"A mountain bear!" someone shouted.

The bear roared as it broke through the foliage.

"Run!" I shouted, seeing how close the King and others were. The bear was charging straight toward the stag's carcass, likely drawn by the scent of blood.

It rushed at Ned Stark and Robert, who barely had time to react. The beast knocked Ned aside and pinned the King to the ground.

"Save the King!"

"Protect the Prince!"

Joffrey had gone pale, too terrified to utter a word as he watched his father pinned beneath a massive bear. The Kingsguard tried to distract the beast, but the bear had already chosen its target—the biggest one.

Just as it was about to sink its teeth into Robert's soft, juicy belly, a powerful hit knocked it back.

Me, of course.

Without hesitation, I closed the gap and swung Mjolnir with full force, slamming it into the bear's side. The impact was so strong that the beast was thrown off the King, roaring in pain from the blow. It struggled to rise, its upper right limb badly injured.

I didn't waste a second. Gripping Mjolnir with both hands, I aimed for its head.

"HAAA!" I roared and brought the hammer down, crushing the bear's skull into a paste of bone, flesh, and blood.

And just like that, the fight was over.

Ned Stark and the King stared at me in shock.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Seven hells… Tell me that bear took more effort than that undead, or we're all fucked," Robert muttered, now wondering if the White Walkers could be easily beaten outside killing them was an illusion if I was this much absurdly powerful.

"Don't know. They all went down in two hits." I shrugged and effortlessly grabbed the bear by the fur, dragging its carcass toward our horses with one hand.

"What are you looking at? Your King just got attacked by a bear—HELP HIM!" I shouted at the gawking men.

The journey back to Winterfell was filled with talk of how I had killed the bear with a single swing of my hammer.

Of course, they checked the corpse's head, and the more they saw, the more disbelief filled their faces.

Being the MVP of the hunt, I was surrounded by people the entire way back. I barely had any free time until we arrived in Winterfell.

The moment we entered, I expected some commotion regarding Bran. But to my surprise, nothing.

Bran was fine. The Stark family was fine.

And that's when it hit me—

Did I miss something?