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Chapter 4:

Loki walked into the base, surrounded by thousands of men holding guns. He merely laughed as their bullets bounced off his godly form. After countless attempts of shooting him they gave up. Loki stopped, looking at them. He was tempted to blow them up, or repeat his speech from Stuttgart, but he just smiled and strode past them. He heard some of them mutter his name along with the Avengers, and he sighed. "That stupid movie recollection of true events ruined my life, I swear." He turned to them and was forced to block a kick to the face. He grabbed the mortal's leg and twisted it, hearing it snap. The man screamed in agony as Loki threw him twenty feet away.

"Anymore of you fools wish to oppose me?" The men looked at him, all wanting to fight but not wanting to die. Loki looked them over, "So I thought." he said, smiling.

"Well, well if it isn't Loki, the supposed king of Asgard." someone said from behind. He turned, waving his hand at the same time. "I believe you are mistaken. I am not Loki, this is just my costume that I made and I felt like wearing. I am here visiting the base." he glanced at the men around him, daring them to sell him out.

Fury felt a strange emotion wash over him. "Ah well, in that case, let me give you a ride to our base. If you like military, you will love it." Nick said. Loki could not believe what he was hearing. He was trying so hard not to burst out laughing. His magic had worked better than he thought it would. "I'd like that, very much. By the way I didn't hear your name, sir?" Loki said, smiling.

Fury nodded. "Well that is confidential. Anyway climb aboard my helicopter and we will get going."

Loki smiled and sat down in the back of the helicopter. 'And I thought mortals could be no dumber.' Fury turned around, putting the vehicle on auto-pilot and sitting beside the god. Loki glanced at him, smiling. "I never did catch your name kid."

Loki smirked. "Right, my name is Tom." Fury chuckled. "Dressed up as Loki, and your name is Tom..." Loki looked at him, smiling. "Yes that mort...man shares my name."

Nick Fury looked at him. A phone vibrated in his pocket. Loki looked up. Fury glanced at the phone, reading the screen. "Excuse me I need to take this." He walked into a room and shut the door behind him. Loki laughed. And laughed. And laughed. 'Ah what a fool.' He went to the control panel, looking at the radar. They weren't very far from the Helicarrier now.

The helicopter landed but Fury hadn't come back. Loki stood up, walking to the room and jiggling the handle. The door opened and Nick stood there, talking on his phone. When he saw 'Tom' standing there he covered the speaker with his hands. "Sir we are here." Loki said. The man nodded and went back to his phone call, so Loki closed the door, but not before hearing the words, "...guard the scepter."

Loki ground his teeth, tromping onto the platform of the SHIELD base. He dove behind a quinjet, evading guards. He caught a glimpse of Agent Romanoff before slipping inside.

He walked down the hallway, ignoring the looks from the agents. His scepter was in the archives, as was his glorious helmet. "He laughed and strode to the Archive vault. He unlocked the door magically and stepped inside, staying to the shadows to avoid being spotted. His scepter was on the table in front of him, guarded by thirty men with machine guns. He snapped his fingers and smiled, stepping out of the shadows. The guards readied their guns, pulling the triggers, but all thirty had no bullets. Loki laughed and snapped his fingers, killing the radios on their belts, to stop all communication.

One of the guards threw his gun on the ground and tried to confront him. Loki laughed and twisted his neck, making him fall into a heap on the ground.

"Move." he demanded. The guards let him through, wanting to stay alive. Loki picked up the scepter, running his fingers along the flat of the blade at the end. As he picked it up it quivered in his hand, sending even more energy and power through him.

He smirked and blasted a hole in the wall, blasting everything in sight. Now that he had the scepter he was unstoppable...but there was one thing left to do. He turned to the table and saw it, gleaming in all its glory.

Loki grinned slyly as he put on his helmet. It made him happy, complete, and more mischievous...

(to be continued...)