Supposed you never paired your mind upon the thought of being saved by an enemy of your own. Your own nemesis. A blinding flash of lightning flashed--outbroke upon the gems of your eyes,causing your vision to blur of how bright and fast it was. A rumble of thunders followed by upon the blinding flash of thunders. There,you gaze upon the sight of Thor brawling with the Jörmungandr. Blood sprawled out without exception. Followed by a deep voice. "That power is wasted upon you. Deemed the gods."