Note: I haven't uploaded in a few days because I have been playing Resident Evil 6. I get it now. This game is batshit insane. I both love and hate everything about this game. I don't understand the level of crazy you have to be in order to produce a game like this.

Resident Evil went from surviving in a mansion full of zombies to whatever this is. Someone should have told the developers that they need to chill out with the QTEs. I imagine someone was in a meeting and asked how many QTEs they should have in this game; and then someone said ALL OF THEM!

I am going to play this game again, lol. Let's get to the story now.

Chapter 4

A truck pulled up to the Kent farm before coming to a stop. The passenger door opened as Clark and Thor exited the vehicle. The door to the house opened and a grey haired woman stepped out onto the porch. She smiled brightly as Clark approached her and they hugged.

"Clark," she said happily. "I'm so glad you're back."

"Mom," he replied, just as happy. "I've missed you."

"Who is your friend," she questioned as they separated.

"That's kind of a long story," he told her.

After going inside the house, Clark explained everything to her while Thor began to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. He saw pictures of the woman in the kitchen talking to Clark, only younger and with another man. He saw pictures of a young boy that he could only assume was Clark.

It was hard for him to picture someone of Clark's immense power growing up in a world among humans. He recalled his own childhood. How his father told him again and again that he was born to be king. He recalled how he struggled for years to prove himself worthy to wield Mjolnir.

Clark and his mother came into the living room to find Thor staring blankly out the window. He turned when they called for his attention. Martha introduced herself and Thor smiled, introducing himself in return.

"Clark tells me that you're not able to go home right now. Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need," Martha offered.

"That is very generous of you, Martha Kent. What I really need right now is a drink," Thor replied.

"Oh, well we have some things in the fridge if you'd like. Feel free to help yourself," she told him.

"I thank you, but I was referring to something stronger."

Clark then offered to show Thor where the local bar was. Since Thor didn't have any money Clark joined him in the bar while they drank. "Do want to talk about what's on your mind," he asked Thor.

"Was I wrong?" Thor asked after tanking a moment. "Was I wrong in going to Jotunheim? The Frost Giants broke into Asgard's vault; they attempted to steal one of the relics we kept there. Such an act demanded a response, did it not?"

"Well I'm no expert on Asgardian politics, but if there really was a truce then starting a fight isn't going to help." Clark replied.

"Laufey was right, I know he was," Thor admitted, "I told myself and my friends that we were going to demand answers. I wanted that fight."

"Fandral, my friend. He was badly wounded in the fight, but I was not concerned. My mind was only on the battle. On my own glory. He could have died, and that would have been my fault." He grabbed his mug and took another drink of his beer.

"Did I really open the nine realms to war," he looked up at Clark.

"I don't know," he told Thor.

"I don't know what to do now. For the first time, I have no path."

"I'm sure you'll find your way. But you're not alone here. Trust me, I know what it's like to feel like an outsider," Clark told him.

"I thank you for your friendship, Clark Kent." Thor smiled.

"Just Clark, you can drop the Kent." The two men tapped their glasses together and took another drink.

It was late when they returned to the farm. Martha was sitting at the kitchen table looking through an old family album when the two men walked in, laughing. Thor seemed to be in better spirits, she noticed. "Well, it looks like you two had a good time," she said as she got up from the table.

"That we did," Thor exclaimed joyfully.

"Well I guess you have no problem holding you liquor," Martha said, surprised.

"My lady, if there is one thing we Asgardians excel at outside of battle it is drinking in merriment. I have yet to meet a man or woman who can outdrink the mighty Thor," he said joyfully. "Although, Clark here is no slouch either."

"I just can't get drunk," he explained.

"What a shame," Thor replied before heading into the living room.

"Nice to see you making friends," Martha commented.

"He's not so bad," Clark laughed. "Although, he does take some getting used to."

"It's good to have you home, son."

They heard Thor call from the living room. When they went to see what he wanted, they saw that something strange was happening with the tv. On the screen there was a voice that didn't sound human. There was a message flashing across the screen. YOU. ARE. NOT. ALONE.