''Loki. We are going to Midgard. Or, actually. You are going.'' My voice reverberated in the big hall. Loki turned around and watched me confused. He was wearing his basic costume- or colors. Black and green. And immediately that reminded me of that Goddess.
''Can you say it again? Did I heard right?'' He was afraid suddenly. He was deadly shocked.
I felt bad for him. I knew the Avengers did not want him to go back to Earth, even after he had cleaned his name, well, nearly completely. He had ended Thanos with us. He also had ended New York with us. He was one of the good guys too, after all. He was a way more than a trickster.
''You know they do not want me there.'' He tried. I shook my head, ''Believe me, they asked you to come.''