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Earth-6161 [May 2012]
Manhattan, New York [Stark Tower Periphery]
–Loki "Odinson" Laufeyson—
He watched, eyes bloodshot and fists clenched around the sceptre as his army, the Chitauri popped out of the skies, exploding in a shower of blood and gore as soon as they crossed an invisible boundary and began attacking the humans below.
His eyes zeroed in on the cause of all of this, of this nuisance. His eyes narrowed as he hefted the sceptre in one hand and aimed at the woman who was most definitely becoming the biggest hurdle in his conquest.
The sceptre responded to his will as a ball of energy gathered at the tip. It was difficult to aim from this distance but he could not get close to that woman. She had some otherworldly magic that just knocked him out and even after looking for it, he could find no traces of foreign magic in his body, showing her mastery to be at a very high level. No, he had to do this from a distance.
He carefully channeled what little magic he had left in him to make sure that the attack reached its intended target. With a slight jerk, the ball of magic left the sceptre, zooming over the distance in an instant and....
He grinned as a large blue explosion lit up in his vision. His joy, whoever, was short lived as the blue cloud cleared up, revealing a small bubble of water? all around the woman.
He immediately cast the strongest illusion magic he could, on himself, wincing in pain as he felt his magic plummet to dangerous levels and began backing away from the ledge.
Keeping a close eye on the sphere of water, he took a step back and then immediately, his entire being lit up in pain as the sceptre slipped through his hands. His body seized up as he collapsed on the ground, his vision growing blurry as he felt a hard impact on his body before it all went dark.
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New York Airspace
–Thor Odinson—
His entire body jerked as he almost lost grip on the handle of Mjolnir. His mind grew frantic as he stopped and threw Mjolnir in the direction he had last felt his brother, throwing caution to the wind as he flew through multiple buildings, tearing apart anything that came in his way as he frantically tried to reach his brother.
He felt an ominous premonition as he busted through yet another wall and in that moment, in that single moment, time slowed down, his vision zeroing in on the prone form of his brother, and the lack of movement.
"Noooo!" His eyes grew hazy as he roared, his magic rioting in response, his speed increasing suddenly as he all but teleported to his brother's side.
"No No NO!" he mumbled as he flipped his brother and whimpered as he saw the giant hole in his chest. Blood was pooling beneath him at an alarming rate, Loki's body feeling cold to his touch.
"No!" He roared to the Allfather, getting nothing in return as he felt the life slip away from his brother's body.
"Mr.Thor, please stay calm, medical help is on the way," A voice spoke from the walls of the building but he was in no mood to listen, as the cause of his brother's condition revealed herself to him.
"You!" He growled at the woman floating mid air, waving her hands and killing the CHitauri en-masse. At that moment, he threw all caution to the wind. "Wall-Man, Where are the healers?"
He could not recognise his own voice at that moment as he gently lifted his brother's body and deposited him on the ground where the Midgardian Healers with their signature red metal carriages were waiting for him.
"Take care of him. I will be back," Was all he spared to them as he disappeared from his spot, his mind way too consumed by rage to notice the fact that he did not have Mjolnir in his hand as he flew on his own powers.
Trusting his powers, he let them navigate the surroundings as the next moment his vision cleared, he was standing in front of Weber, his fist, clad in lightning, outstretched, with the intent to kill.
He saw the woman's face turn and her eyes widen in slow motion as his hand, wreathed in white, impacted the sphere of water that the woman had all around him. He felt, more than saw, the impact being absorbed by that pesky water shield as the world all around him lit up in white.
He glared at the woman who almost killed his brother and disappeared from his spot, appearing behind the sphere and punching the sphere, creating a giant explosion that threw the woman back. Still, he knew that was not enough because when the cloud of white dissipated, the woman was still standing in the water sphere, safe from harm.
Growling at his own ineptitude and anger at the woman, he let himself go, tapping into untold levels of power, and disappeared into a lightning strike. The next moment, he had already reached the woman and punched the sphere a dozen times in an instant, growling as the water sphere exploded and burned his eyes, creating an explosion that pushed him back.
Tumbling mid air, he opened his eyes as his vision was partially restored with his one working eye, and saw the woman, safe and sound, with nary a scratch on her.
Remembering his brother's state, he growled and pushed even more of his power into his body, forcing his eyes to heal faster, as lightning rumbled all above them. Roaring, he beckoned with his left hand, and called on lighting with his right hand. Hefting the reassuring weight of Mjolnir in his left hand, he disappeared into the lightning clouds above them.
The next instant he was already on the woman as his eyes twitched in irritation at the now giant ball of water that surrounded the woman. Still, he did not yield, his rage not abating the slightest, he punched with all his might dozens of times in an instant, leaving the area soon after, avoiding the inevitable explosion.
Throwing Mjolnir at the giant cloud of white and blue, his eyes narrowed in confusion as he felt Mjolnir pass through the cloud as it was dissipated, revealing the lack of the Midgardian Witch.
He disappeared soon after, his instincts working as he turned around and saw the same woman, her hand outstretched in the same direction he was in, just a moment ago. The Midgardian's body betrayed her in speed but her mind and powers worked at the same speed as his own.
Panting as his body was unused to this level of exertion, he glared at the woman who was still floating, looking silently at him, as if gloating at his failure to hurt her.
"WHY! Why did you hurt him so badly?" He roared, his voice reverbing through the storm.
"He attacked me with the intention to kill me, THor. Do you let enemies go who just tried to kill you?"
His fists clenched at that. Before he could do or say anything more, The Man of Iron, flew right in between them.
"Whoa Whoa Whoa! Chill guys! Chill! We still need to take care of the Chitauri. I am sure Loki will survive, right?" Stark turned to Weber.
"Right?" He hoped the Witch would answer as he hoped she would, otherwise, he might just end up doing something he would regret.
There was a tense pause in the air before the Witch answered, "He will be fine. I will make sure he lives, despite his many crimes, simply because you refuse to act like an adult. Does that satisfy you, Prince of Asgard?"
The cloak of white that surrounded him withered away as he relaxed at the reminder of his station, "Yes."
A moment later, he almost plummeted from the sky as a bone deep sense of exhaustion pervaded his entire body. All of them looked up as a deep shrill roar resounded through the air, heralding the arrival of giant lizard-like beings that flew through the portal and began spitting out swathes of Chitauri.
The Man of Iron summarised the situation in one word quite succinctly "Oh, Fuck."
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