MARVEL: RISE TO ASGARD: CHAPETER 2: RETURN TO GOOD HEALTH
"I, Thor Odinson, vow to defeat Loki if it is the last thing I do!" The mighty god of thunder roared as Ms. Marvel patched up his wound and bandaged it. "Thor, I hope you know you need rest, and to take it easy. Do not do that again, okay?" Ms. Marvel requested in her sweetest voice. Thor glared up at her. "I shall make no promises, but once I feel I am ready, I shall return to Asgard and defeat Loki." Thor was now softer towards Ms. Marvel. She rolled her eyes. "Good enough." She muttered under her breath. "But Ms. Marvel, there is something I wish of you to do, when the times comes." Thor spoke to her, back turned. She turned and faced him, looking interested in what he had to offer. "Fire away." She said to him. "I request for you to fight along side me, defeating Loki." This request made Ms. Marvel's day. "Of course I will Thor. What are friends for?" was this a question? Thor did not know. So he shook it off. "I want you to know, Loki will not hold back on trying to kill you. He will do every thing to kill you." Thor spoke to her in a trust worthy voice. She listened because she knew she would need the knowledge.
Spider-man was listening at the door, planning on telling every one that some one named Loki is planning to destroy earth, and lives in a place called Asgard. Spider-man knew from what he heard, Loki was impossible to beat. Spider-man ran outside to Storm, and told her every thing. Ms. Marvel took Thor to Professor X's academy to heal up.
"Did you tell the Professor?" Storm asked Peter after he was finished explaining. "No, I went straight to you. I knew you would know what to do. Oh, and they are planning to defeat him." This shocked Storm. "Wait, Thor and Ms. Marvel alone are going to defeat them? Do you know when?" Spider-man shook his head. "No idea, but they will need help. Shall we tell them we will help them?" Peter fetched her the idea. "Yes, but did they tell you straight up?" Peter shook his head once more. "Well, then if they did not want any one to know, we will not approach them about it.
Loki paced back and fourth. "When is going to be done?" He grumbled to his black smith. "In due time, your highness." The old shriveled up black smith told him. "THAT IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Loki screamed at him. "M-making an a-axe is hard enough without having to m-make it magic!" The black smith told him, finishing up the axe. "Here, your highness. The shadow axe of sorrow." The small black smith handed that axe to Loki. Loki put a firm grasp around the axe. "It feels nice. Say, what is ye name?" Loki asked the black smith. "Rothar." He replied, with great joy. "Well Rothar, you will be remembered as a traitor." Loki stated, right before chopping off Rothar's head to test out the axe.