Multiverse Imagines
The God's Wrath
[AU]
“Who are you…. In this… vast multiverse..?”
“We did it Mobius…. We freed the timeline!”
“So, I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from other realms that may be a threat to this world. Your adopted brother, Loki, is one of these beings…”
“You're supposed to be a myth -- a being capable of spontaneous creation, and here you are, using it to make breakfast for dinner. Your children, Vision, this whole little life you've made -- this is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you The Scarlet Witch…”
“I.. don't need you.. to tell me.. who.. I.. am..”
“We will write our own destiny now…”
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The two Norse gods sat in stools at a bar; the god of mischief had never been a fan of his brother's drinking habits; the god of thunder preferred unapologetically strong beverages, one of which was a beer, while the deity of mischief preferred cocktails and shots. a few more elegant concoctions…
The god of mischief has been pardoned by the people by the government for his crimes and invasion attempt years ago, and he is being detained by the Avengers. However, he remains one of Midgard's most dangerous entities, and SHIELD has been honing its security to keep an eye on the god of mischief’s every move.
The god, on the other hand, was pleased and amazed by their techniques and strategies for keeping this dangerous creature in the cage, but the predator was waiting for the ideal moment to escape whereas the clowns did everything they could to keep him shackled and tamed.
Of course, SHIELD was against it, but some of his acts during the invasion were legitimate. Loki is afraid that now that he has failed to deliver the stones to him, the mad Titan will come for his head, and he knows that the Avengers are no match for The Titan, and that staying here will just encourage them to discover him and assault this realm sooner…
Will the mad titan torment him once more?
Thor chugged the drink and stomped the glass noisily as he placed it on the table. Thor enjoyed the flavor of this beer; it had a distinct flavor, and he admired the glass. “I like this…” He said “Another!” and tossed the glass next to him, which smashed on the floor, startling the patrons within the pub. Loki, who is likely this man’s acquaintance, slowly massaged his forehead in embarrassment as he looked down, Oh Norns help me; it was an Asgardian habit, many warriors had done it, and it was savage and a touch sloppy.
The crowd then burst out laughing, while others pleaded with the server for more drinks, and a few of them shouted in agreement.
“Loki, come on I'm going to have to bring you back.” Thor said as he sipped his last sip. “Finally... I can't wait to return.” Loki said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, then stood up and followed Thor from behind.
Sam stood in the middle of an unfamiliar world, thinking it was just one of the places in Midgard, but that didn't stop her from carrying out her mission; she was an elite servant of Odin, a valkyrie, and it was her duty being as Magnus' Valkyrie, he and Thor have the potential to influence the fate of the Nine Realms. She hid her sword in her clothing and walked down one of the streets. As she looked around, she realized she was standing on the dirt of New York. Her normal duty was to accompany the honored dead to Valhalla, Odin's halls, or, in tragic cases, to her step-sister's kingdom, Hel. But, just when the people needed Thor the most, he was left vulnerable; now it is her duty to find what he needs with the help of her friends to help him back on his feet..
As she walked through New York's streets, she shifted her hijab away from her face and let it fall onto her shoulders. She approached a crowd, and a soft green light shimmered around her body, causing her uniform to change to midgardian attire; she wore a black Ted Baker coat with leather boots. “Did you just…” I rolled my eyes in response to Chase's hint. “Yes, now hurry up; do you want to suffocate in a crowd?” I spoke softly. “Oh gods, no.” He said “good.” She ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the crowd's exit and waited for the two to emerge. They rushed to the alleyway to avoid being seen, which was understandable given part of their apparel was out of the norm. Sam came to a halt and turned around with a drift, taking a deep breath as Magnus almost collided with her in his haste. “Okay, you…” She observed him from below, up to his face. “...Need to change into something a little more unusual.” She spoke softly to Magnus in a demanding tone, and she cast a glance at her sister. “You, too, Alex, and try to dress appropriately.” Alex rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders in response to her faint hissing as she took her time waiting for the magic to operate. “Okay… mum…” Alex said.
“How am I going to change my clothes? I don't even have any clothing to put on.” Magnus expressed his displeasure.
Sam scratched the back of her head, attempting to come up with a solution. If they can't find proper clothing for him, then conjure one for him. Well, that was new magic for her, but could her sister pull it off?
“Uh... Alex, can you conjure one for him?”
“Hmm... I'm not sure about this type of magic, but I'll give it a shot.”
“You could also try to conceal your weapons…” She added “Sorry Jack!”
“Man….” Jack sighed in sorrow.
In a hurry the three picked up their belongings in haste and they walked towards the end of the Alleyway
Alex kept up with their speed, she looked at her shoulders and watched the red lights open while the sky darkened, she grunted and tenderly clutched her cheeks, she bumped into someone, she felt her heart pump, and her mind hinted at something. She can feel what she bumped into, and it wasn't a post, it was a person; she looked at her front to see what she bumped into, and it was a tall man with a disgusting look on his face, he smiled showing his rotten teeth with dirt on the edges of his teeth, his disgusting aroma was strong enough to make her break and fall into her knees, he looked like he wasn't here to say hello or help… “Hello, little girl, are you lost in the middle of the night?” As the man approached her, she felt small and helpless since his words hinted at his desires, and he still had that wicked grin.
“I could help you call for a cab….”
She felt her strong persona leave her body, she attempted to move but couldn't no matter what her head told her to do, her heart was strong enough to hold her down, she felt weak, and this moment reminded her of a memory she had removed years before.
“Alex..” Sam called her, “Alex?” She called again, but she didn't respond as she usually did. She looked behind her to see that they had lost Alex, “stay here, I’ll find her… just keep an eye on it!” she felt her heart drop in worry; she dashed back to the Alley as quickly as she could. She discovered her in the alley with a man in front of her; Sam had assumed that Alex was strong enough to deflect and battle any threat, but she saw her weak; her eyes were filled with terror. “Alex!?” Her voice bounced off the Alley’s walls, implying her concern for her adored sister.
“Oh! I thought you came alone,” The man's chuckle sent chills up her spine.
“Do you have any problem, sir?” Sam exclaimed
"Oh, don’t worry, I’m just here to help, that’s all…” the man said
“I’m sorry, but we don’t require your assistance.” Sam said
“Oh... I just want you to be safe because it's dangerous here at night.”
“Thank you for your concern, but we can leave on our own.”
Then he chuckled again and said “y’sure?” In concern, he looked at her bloodshot eyes, his friendly chuckle and eyes were uncovered by dead eyes looking at hers, his expression became blank in an unusual turn of emotions.
The man suddenly moved his heavy arms fall on her shoulders, Sam in a hurry she has her position ready and lifted his heavy arms and threw it away while he quickly tried to deflect her movements she stepped his foot as hard as she could and attempted to hit him in the crotch, But the man quickly lifted her knee, rendering her immobile; Alex could only stand there in terror. Sam grunted and collapsed on the chilly floor.
“Oh, I didn't intend to do that.. Here, let me assist you.” The man extended his hands, ready to assist her.
“We don't need your help!” Sam groaned, gritting her teeth.
Sam laid down her arm to help her get back on her feet, frowning in irritation as she tried to stretch her legs to stand up but her other leg was hardly moving as she struggled to move, she moaned in agony and slowly curled up, kicking the cement dirt. “A-are you okay?” He laughed as he saw her fiery eyes, she clenched her teeth, curled her hand into a ball, and slowly scratched the cement with her nails. It hurt, but her rage was stronger. “rasshøl..”
She spoke in hushed tones. Looking at his sweaty face and his soiled checkered shirt The smell of puddles and canals, as well as his aroma, which smelled like booze and cigars, were blocking her sense of smell. “I’m sorry, did you just curse at me?”
Looking at her resting on the cement floor, heavily breathing, sweat flowing into her hair, the man exclaimed in surprise. In response, she smirked and delicately cocked her head to the side, saying “What if I did?”
Smirking, he immediately looked up into the sky, licking his parched thin lips “This bitch is really pissing me off….” He spoke quietly before returning his gaze to hers, his face muscles softening to rock and fire flaring in his eyes; On her delicate head, the man rested his hefty fists, She clamped her hands on his in an attempt to free herself from his grasps, grunting and whimpering as the man dragged her and viciously shook her head. Sam punched
his heavy hand as hard as a large rock in the hopes that he would whimper in pain, allowing her to flee with her sister. His arm and hand reddened as she punched, The man clasped his palm, which was lying on hers, and snatched enormous strands of her hair, gritting his teeth to withstand the pain.
Alex, who had been spared by the cruel man, stood there in terror, her heart pounding in her ears as she heard her own heartbeats and her sister's sobs. Her eyes trembled slightly as she sought to hide her ears, dropping down into the hard cement floor curled up in shock.
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Magnus sat on one of the store's chairs late at night, worried about his two buddies who hadn't shown up in a long while. To caress him, he tapped his shoes frantically with his fists clasped together, licking his dry lips, trying to get rid of this odd heavy weight on his chest. What happened to them? It's taking a long time... Is she still looking for her? Come on… now where are they!? His mind was progressively filling up with the same questions over and over again.
“It takes me back to happier times…” Thor recalled, The warriors would feast and drink as much as they wished in the joyful days after triumphs and battles across the Nine Realms. “Remember the times when our friends drank and-” Thor got cut off. “Your friends…” Loki grumply corrected, they were never his friends from the start, he knew they were only pretending to be his friends in front of Thor and everyone because he was a member of the royal family. He was well aware that Thor's friends despised him for his mischief. Loki rushed up, leaving his brother stunned; he took a step forward and paused, sighing in sorrow; he didn't want to put any pressure on Loki about his history or his ancestry; he always kept everything to himself and tried to sort it out on his own. Thor reminisced on his childhood experiences, which he had shared with his brother. Things were never the same after the two brothers fought; when he left go of his father's staff, he plummeted into the abyss and was presumed dead; Thor wept for him and regretted his decisions, but when he discovered Loki was alive…
His sorrow and pain subsided; he knew Loki despised him, and as his older brother, he wanted to put things right; Loki was different when he first met him. Loki became what he is now as a result of his hatred; he appeared pallid and out of his head. Loki felt the light and opened his eyes when Thor addressed him and pleaded with him to return home. In the arms of his adored brother, who was attempting to stop him, he felt his heart drop. Thor was well aware that the Loki he knew, his brother, was still around. Thor failed to be his big brother, and he wishes to be that brother again, a brother he really needs, which is why he is standing with his beloved little brother on the soil of Midgard.
“Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?” his brother irritatedly stated as he moved backwards, his gaze fixed on Thor, “No-” Thor shook his head slowly as he watched his younger brother stroll ahead of him. He hurriedly walked, trying to keep up with Loki's haste. “Brother, you should taste the food of the lady who lives near the tower; her dishes are delicious!” Thor enthusiastically proposed “Oh gods, here it is again,” Loki let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. “What?” Thor inquired, quietly chuckling at his brother's irritated attitude. “That’s all I hear these days: “Brother, try this,” “Brother, try that.” As he delivered each quote, he pointed to the air. Thor gave a warm smile at his point and wrapped his arm around Loki's shoulders. “That’s because I'm certain you'll enjoy it, brother!” The big brother chuckled and walked proudly with his younger sibling. Loki grumbled and moaned at his brother's behavior, speculating that he had too much alcohol.
Magnus got out of his chair and looked everywhere, scratching the back of his head, confused and frightened about what to do and where to begin; It had been years since he had visited Midgard, and New York was a new land for him to stand and explore.. His heart was telling him something, and he was anxious to act, but his head was preventing him. As he gazed around the lonely streets of New York, he heard a familiar voice and quickly turned around to follow it. He found himself standing where he had been before, and as he followed it, it guided him to someone he knew well. As he stared attentively at the man with a recognizable voice, he felt light-headed, and his pulse pounded swiftly, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Because time was of the essence, he dashed to the man and came to a halt in a drift, colliding with him, “Thor!” he called.He took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw Thor standing right in front of him, huffing as he tried to remember what was going on.
Thor locked his focus on the young man who had rushed up to him, his grey eyes showing his dread and yearning. ‘This child might be a fan of the Avengers. Fan of mine perhaps?’ Thor reflected on how many people had known him since he joined the Avengers, how many children admired him as much as the other members, and how children looked up to them with their aspirations and dreams of being a 'hero.'
Prior to the Avengers, he was known as a typical Midgardian, and only a few people knew him as The God of Thunder, and those were his former associates, his girlfriend Jane, her assistant Darcy, and Doctor Selvig, who were experimenting with their beliefs about the Nine Realms... but... few of them understood any accurate Nordic myths....
“I... Thor-” Magnus rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “P-please help me, m-my comrades, I'm not sure where they've gone…” He stutters and shifts his gaze back and forth. Loki examined the man in front of them; he appeared to be in severe need of assistance, as he was sweating and gazing back and forth; his behavior indicated that he was troubled.
“Could you possibly describe what happened, child?” Loki inquired politely. Magnus quickly turned his head in the direction of the man who was with Thor, and he stared at the man looking at him from his highlights to his dazzling emerald green eyes. He believed this man was quite familiar; he had seen him before... somewhere along his adventures, as he fastened his gaze to his, it occurred to him... how is it possible? Thor teaming up with the god of mischief? “Loki?” He scowled and murmured softly, Loki hardly heard the child's words, but they were written on his face; the child's pupils dilated as soon as he recognized him, He can see that he was a threat through his eyes, and given that he attempted to invade Earth, he could be one of the victims. “Child?” Through his thoughts, Thor's voice jolted him awake. “It's Samirah and Alex, we got separated while exiting the alleyway, and Samirah went off to find her.” his heart thumping on his chest as he looked from the floor to Thor's gaze; He swallowed and said, “I- I’ve been waiting for them to arrive for a long now, and I attempted to find them but couldn’t because I’m still new here…” the child added He was exhaling heavily as he glanced at each of them.
Magnus gave Loki a quick glance while he stood next to the god of thunder, his hands in his pockets, his speech was neutral and serene; Magnus wasn't sure if he was taking this seriously; his daughters were in danger, and of course he wouldn't care; why would I expect him to care?
“Don’t worry, buddy; we’ll find them soon enough.” Thor uttered these words in an attempt to calm this helpless child. He then rested his heavy hands on his shoulders and raised his other arm, as if expecting something to arrive.
Magnus couldn't see what had happened since the wind blew fiercely over Thor, and it happened in the flash of an eye... Mjolnir, the hammer, arrived in his grasp. “Come on, Loki, we need to find his friends…” said Thor, The mischievous god rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure if his brother was flaunting himself or not in order to get glory in the eyes of everyone. “Is it truly so important to obtain Mjolnir at this point?” The younger brother remarked, “Well, brother?” As he moved his hand closer to Loki, his hushed voice begged for help; the god looked at Thor's hand and to his face with a disappointed expression. He softly smiled and then stated “I refuse,” His eyes glistened as he softly laughed at his brother’s ridiculous ideas that would cause a fuss, and given that it was night with the moon full on the continent of New York... It would be ideal if they remained low.
Magnus watched the two Norse gods talking with each other, astonished to hear Thor refer to Loki as “brother.” He moved his eyes left and right, trying to figure out what was going on. The god of mischief then stated “I prefer my way of transport” and slowly tilted his head. Thor gazed at his brother, puzzled, as he gently lowered his arm, inhaled deeply, and walked closer to him. “Then, what do you propose?” Thor inquired, as Loki raised his head and began.
“If they were new to New York, they wouldn't go that far. I suppose if we asked the boy again, we'll be able to gather a lot more information about where they are…” Thor stood and crossed his arms as he listened to Loki's suggestion.
Magnus wasn’t sure how clear his explanation about where they left off was, but it was a reasonable and acceptable offer. As the gods turned their gaze to Magnus, his muscles stiffened and his pulse thumped swiftly as if he were being judged by the court.
“Could you tell me what kind of alleyway that is? Is there a building that you recall?” Magnus stared at the drab sky, trying to remember what structure it was next to when the god of mischief questioned him in a calm and firm tone.... “Uh….” As he put his palm on his head and glanced at the filthy pavements, he muttered, attempting to form words, a recollection came to him:He remembered the Alleyway being dull, but there was a sign that flickered as they passed through it… “When we passed by, there was a sign that flickered.” he said “I.. I.. I don’t know!” He exclaimed, his breath becoming short and his chest came heavy, he couldn’t remember what it read. Magnus, you’re a moron! Why can’t you remember who your friends are? Magnus, think about it… think! Magnus laid his hand on his temple and clenched his hand into a fist, his sweating palms snagging huge strands of his hair. “Loki, don't put any pressure on the child!” Thor snarled at his younger brother. This was too much for him; his legs were weakening and pleading to rest; he searched and searched but couldn't find them; he couldn't even recall where they had stopped. Loki began to notice his legs wobbling more and more, and when his legs collapsed, he slumped onto the chair. Loki disregarded his brother's hiss and knelt down on the chilly floor, his arm resting on his lap, keeping his posture the same as the youngster. Magnus clutched his hand hard, plucking small strands of hair off his head. “If you are desperate to find your friends I need you to tell me what you saw…” As he glanced at the child's grey eyes, which were full of frustration and worry, the god replied softly… “If you wish, I might assist you in remembering it... but first, you must calm down.”
Magnus studied his green eyes, trying to figure out whether he genuinely cared, and kept an eye on him to make sure this wasn’t just another ruse.... The god of mischief isn’t a god you want to trust readily, and Magnus, Sam, and Alex are well aware of this. He is often cunning and deceitful in his attempts to cause havoc and mayhem. He still has concerns about trusting Loki; but he was desperate, certainly, and he sensed something was wrong when his companions vanished… He felt helpless; he has no idea what to do without them; will he live a life of regret?
I'm not sure, but I had the impression that the Norns were guiding and leading me to them... They were the only ones who could save me… help me…
Magnus felt surprised and light as he gazed at his eyes, which reflected his worry. His fury vanished as he saw it. ‘Is he…-’ His emotions merged into one, and the end result was hazy. He had given his last response to Loki's request, collected his confidence, and shook his head to clear his concerns.He gave Loki a firm nod as he looked into his eyes. The god of mischief nodded quietly but firmly, as if he had gotten the young man's explicit consent.
As he brought his hands closer to the child's temples, the god implored. “May I?” Magnus humped like a mouse as he cast a brief glance at Loki’s hands, which were reaching for his temples. He was staring at him with his soft eyes, sensitive and cautious about his actions attempting to avoid injuring him. Magnus took a deep breath to relax and clear his head; there was no turning back now.... It’s up to you to make the final decision. He thought. He then closed his eyes and waited for Loki to reveal his vision.
The god of mischief softly pushed his fingertips on the child's temples, which gleamed brightly like emeralds, he watched Magnus' memories flash before his eyes at the speed of light, thousands of voices overlapping in Magnus Chase’s head:
“A new hall mate,” the child said “A cheetah. You mean the soul Sam brought in. A child of Loki? He’s a shapeshifter?”
“Among other things….”
“It’s a symbol of Loki,” the other offered “Flexibility, change, slipperiness…”
“No, way” Magnus raised his own blade “Randolph, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will” the poor man let out a broken sob. “Magnus, you don’t understand. You don’t know what he’s planning-”
“Randolph!” Loki turned around to face himself after hearing his voice reverberate in his deep consciousness. “If you want to see your family again, strike!” he hissed.
“Oh…” as the youngster murmured as his eyes dilated. His chain mail vest had been pierced by the blade. “He swings! He misses!” the god of mischief himself shook his head, ‘this is…’ Loki spoke in hushed tones as he entered the child's head. As he saw himself in the dark commit another crime, he noticed that the youngster was severely wounded and that his companion was carrying him with his unsheathed sword. He then attempted to go forward by closing his eyes and controlling his perception in order to break beyond his remorse barrier.
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“How am I going to change my clothes? I don't even have any clothing to put on.” Magnus expressed his displeasure. Loki then gently opened his eyes as he heard the boy's voice, exhaling deeply as the horrible recollection faded from his ears. He gave them each a quick glance before turning back and observing which alleyway they were in. He recognized the sign that flashed through the fading sky of New York that the youngster was referring to.It was the pub where they had been drinking earlier, and it was near to the alleyway where they had entered...
He then exhaled deeply, feeling like he was being yanked out of a thousand memories as faint voices echoed in his ears; he returned to reality and carefully lifted his fingertips away from the child's temples. He gently opened his eyes, staring at the boy in front of him, and took a deep breath as the green cosmic energy vanished. As he gazed with amusement at the child's vacant eyes, the god of mischief remarked. “I know where they are…” Getting back on his feet, he walked back to Thor, who looked at him in wonder.
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The winding Alley was lit up with red lights amid the darkest night of New York. As the man dragged her wavy black hair up to his car, Sam clawed his fist. She swiftly moved her foot gradually, causing her to rise up, giving her an opportunity to flee; She rushed as fast as her legs could take her, reaching up to her sister... clenching her teeth to keep the ache in her knee and tummy at bay. The man opened his car and hastily took something from his glove, then slammed the door shut, causing the car to tremble within. As man slowly turned around to see Sam approaching her sister with a fractured still twisted leg, his eyes hollow, mirroring his empty vicious core… “Alex, run!” Sam sobbed, her voice echoing through the silent Alley. Alex shook in dread, curling up on the cold concrete and covered her ears while her heart hammered in her ears. Her hearing gradually got silent, and she was no longer aware of her sister's sobs. “Oh, you're not leaving…” Her spine tingled as she peered over her shoulders to see the man slowly approaching her; terrified, she turned her head to the front and moved her legs as quickly as she could as her breath became short. As she fled, she noticed his arms extending out in front of her from behind her, giving her a glimpse of what he was about to do. She tried to scream, but the stranger covered her lips with his hands.Her voice was muffled, she screamed for salvation, while she tried to get free from his clutches. The man withdrew something from his pockets that she didn't quite catch, she felt a sharp item stroking her flesh, as she regained awareness of her motions. She came to a halt as she felt the pointed end of the item penetrate her skin and a fluid stream into her veins. Her head got heavy as the world spun around her, and as she lost control of her body, her vision went dark.
To avoid suspicion during driving hours, the man positioned Alex next to the window and Sam on her lap in his rear seat with the girls who were as fast asleep. He then draped the veil over Samirah's face to conceal her bruises...
The man sat in the driver's seat, took his phone from his pockets, and phoned a number while he breathed deeply, his checkered shirt drenched in perspiration. The phone rang, as he waited, he looked back at the two girls he had beaten up mercilessly. For a brief moment, the phone answered..
“–I.. I.. did something…”
“I've just had a couple beers....”
“T–there were two girls..”
“I- I.. don’t know, man, help me!”
In irritation, the man rubbed his brows as he spoke to his companion. He heard a rap on his window and turned to check who was outside the car seeking his attention. Looking out the window, he noticed a tall man standing outside with his hands in his pockets, waiting for a response to his knock. He was dressed elegantly in a good costly black suit, with his raven wavy hair falling to his shoulders. In a panic, the man shut his doors.
“I- I gotta go now…” said the man, He hung up on his friend and immediately pulled his car keys, his hands were trembling and his heart racing, terrified of being caught, he couldn't insert the keys to start the engine...
Outside, Loki was baffled by the man's answer and observed him quiver in terror as he attempted to start the engine. He then went forward as the green shimmer enveloped his body, causing him to vanish. The man breathed in suspense as he peered out the window to check whether the man he had seen was still there; when he looked, he sighed in relief and gulped in preparedness; he then turned around. As he regained his composure, the man emerged in front of him, sitting next to him. In terror, he leapt like a mouse, his green eyes shimmering in the dark. “Hello…” His rumbling voice sent shivers up his spine, Loki took a brief peek in the rearview mirror and noticed the two girls sleeping in the back. As he studied the sisters, he noticed a bruise on Sam's hand that was poking out of her hijab. The man merely gazed and took a brief glimpse at the girls; he felt trapped and guilty pouring over him, so he sought to assault the man in front of him, unaware that he wasn't just a man who saw his crime. Loki seized his arm as he tried to assault him, and the man looked at him in astonishment; he tried to pull his arm out of Loki's hold, but his grip was too firm. The god then twisted his arm; in reaction, the man groaned and moved his other arm to strike; he attempted to hit him, but the god deflected his punch, leaving the man defenseless. Loki then snatched his arm back, freeing the man's twisted arm and allowing him to fight back. He then attempted to reach the man's head, grabbing it in haste and slamming it against the steering wheel, causing the man's face to collide with the steering wheel. It created a loud snap, prompting the man to grab for his bleeding broken nose. Whimpering and groaning, the man yelled “Shit!” Loki then moved his head back allowing the strands of his hair to move from his face as he breathed a sigh of relief.
As the man sobbed, the god vanished from the seat, leaving the man holding his broken nose and resting his other arm, which had been twisted by the god. Within a short length of time, the driver's seat door unexpectedly opened, while Loki leaned down and pulled the man by his collar, hauling him out of the car. The man coughed, losing his breath, as the god of mischief tightened his grip on the collar of his shirt; he then shoved him, forcing him to fall to his knees as the god slowly approached him, He sobbed as his boots crept on the cement, kicking up dirt; the god's heels tapped as he approached the peasant.
While crawling away, the god of mischief looked at him; Loki despised this man, seeing him as a merciless man who ought to be burned in Surtur’s fires.
Magnus dashed over to the car and peered through the glass, “Alex!” his pupils widened as he noticed Alex's head lying on one of the doors. He immediately opened the door, allowing her head to fall against his arm as he carefully lifted her head away then removed the strands of her hair. He was attempting to carry her on his back.
As his brother, Thor, stood alongside him, Loki greeted his teeth with fury in his eyes.
Thor looked at the man crawling back from the gods who stood before him, and while he stared and cried, he got down on his knees and put his hands together, begging… Loki softly chuckled at the man's choice, then walked up to him and bent down, whispering… “I ought to skin your flesh to your bones…” The god angled his head to the side, peering at the guy who stood motionless as his skin was touched by Loki's breath… He shivered with horror as he felt his throat dry as he glanced at the god's gleaming emerald eyes full of rage, as his smirk made his heart sink.
Will he dare to take another step and face Loki's wrath?
Loki rose from the hard floor and strolled past his brother, stating… “He’s all yours…” He stated as he went towards the car; He then stepped inside the car and softly extended his arm to Sam's neck, allowing her hair to fall onto his arms as he carefully dragged her closer to him, allowing him to lift her under no harm while carrying her hijab in his hands… Thor witnessed his brother carrying the boy’s friend as Magnus carried his other friend; the poor girl’s face was bruised and her lips had huge cuts. He felt his heart plummet when he saw the two children had been horribly beaten up by this man who was on his knees in front of him, and it made his heart burn with flames, as well as his head. “You had harmed an innocent child!” The god of thunder's roar reverberated through the silent streets of New York as his rage overtook him. The man lowered his head to the floor, humiliated, as the god himself grumbled about not doing anything that would endanger the people of Midgard.
The man then cast his final glance at the god of mischief, who was holding the girl in his arms in response the god stared at him with Hel in his eyes. He trembled and lowered his eyes again, his head lying on the chilly concrete. Loki then turned away from the man and walked forward, holding the girl in his arms, while Magnus Chase trailed behind him, carrying the other girl on his back…
Who were presumed to be his daughters...