king-loki started following you
He should have known how bad an idea it was to try to teleport in his current state. His magic still too deplenished to anything more than a glamour, specially after having barded the apartament that same morning.
But a doombot had crashed through the wall of the club, followerd by a familiar red and gold armor and his boisterous oaf of a brother.
He was in the middle of the stage, visible from all angles, in full stripper outfit but not enough make up on to fool the asgardian. There wasn’t another option. He teleported away.
Of course the god didn’t reach his apartament, his mind too overexherted to even see on what realm he was anymore. there was only the familiar feeling of falling and falling…
And then the world exploded. Shards of marmol flying around him, the harsh impact kicking his breath out.
He tried to stand up, grunting for the effort, his back feeling like the Hulk had smashed him again. And locked around him.
Only to see himself staring back