The world is mine || closed
“You won’t get away with this,” the man said with a hoarse voice, blood dripping from his mouth and spat at Loki’s feet.
The Trickster wrinkled his nose in disgust. Everything about this place was disgusting. An ‘abandoned’ warehouse? How cliche! He really had thought the measly organisation that was after him and tried to set him up was smarter than that. But alas, here he was; a room littered with bodies by his hand - or actually daggers - blood smeared everywhere and the sweet sensation of adrenaline still rampaging through his veins.
Loki smirked at the beaten and battered human that was lying on the floor in front of him. The God took a step forward and put his boot on the man’s chest before he leaned in. “Oh, you are wrong, I’m already getting away with this,” he said malicious, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
“They will come for you,” the other wheezed, hinting at a group of self-proclaimed heroes. Loki put more pressure on the man’s chest with his booted foot, the man’s ability to breathe and speak depriving quickly.
“Midgard will be mine. I will take over your realm and you will all kneel before me or perish,” the God snarled angrily. “You have chosen the latter faith,” he flicked casually before he quickly plunged a dagger through the man’s chest and Loki smiled again, enjoying the man’s last death-throes a little too much as the life drained from the human’s eyes.
“Pathetic,” he said disdainful and straightened himself, looking around the room. It was time to go, there were no survivors left and except for dust, the building was otherwise empty.
At least, he thought so...
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