Okay so this is the rest of the last scene that I split so I highly recommend reading them together...Please review!

everything but OC's is marvels

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Jess couldn't see the man's face; it was concealed by a sturdy black pilot's helmet complete with dark goggles and radio headset. Not exactly a park ranger. His jaw was set in a determined line. He wore a paratrooper's backpack and bulletproof vest embellished with the unmistakable silver eagle of Shield. While all of this must have been very interesting, what held her attention was the assault rifle gripped firmly in his gloved hands. She watched as he began to turn, as if in slow motion: watched the barrel swing around; saw herself reflected on the side of his helmet... In a moment she would be in his line of sight. Surely he would shoot - surely he would aim to kill - and of course he wouldn't miss-

Even if her mind had not been so focused elsewhere, she probably still would have jumped out of her skin when an ice-cold hand locked around her wrist. It jerked her roughly to the ground as its partner clamped over her mouth, stopping her startled scream in its tracks.

Her assailant shoved her back up against the base of the boulder. Hard. Jess groaned softly in pain into his hand, and felt the grip loosen slightly, as if in apology. She looked sideways and found herself staring into a now familiar pair of strikingly green eyes.

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Loki shot an icy glare back that sent a clear message: Shut. Up. The Midgardian stopped squirming and flattened herself against the rock face, eyes wide with fear. Thank you. His face softened and he slowly released his hold on her, urging her with his eyes to stay still. She nodded.

He was almost certain the approaching Shield agent hadn't seen them. But he wouldn't be alone. No, he would likely be the first of many to search the forest, and eventually the planet, for Loki Laufeyson. Loki was not an idiot; he knew they would not have sent a trained team of heavily armed killers after precious Jane. Or even Thor, if they knew he was here. Thor didn't seem to think they did or should know, because he had not revealed himself yet. At least the oaf has the presence of mind to stay concealed. All the same, they'll find him eventually. It seemed the mortals and Thor did not possess the same natural knack for stealth that Loki did.

He silently cursed Shield: a barrier between him and ruling this realm, a barrier between him and equality with Thor, and now the barrier between him and his freedom. He would have loved to make them pay, loved to watch them suffer... He glared around the edge of the rock at the lead agent. If he took only a few more steps, he would see everything. Loki. Jess. The glow of the cube from the underbrush. The telltale blood on the forest floor.

Loki shivered. Not with fear, but anger. No, he only truly feared the Other. These Midgardians were pathetic insects that had somehow managed to play a part in the cataclysmic, deadly game that took so much from him. He tried to remind himself that revenge wouldn't help him escape right now; the cube's casing would. But they, along with select others, deserved to pay. If only he could make it happen. He could practically feel his hands grip his staff; he could almost hearthe intoxicating, electric flow of power buzzing about -

He could feel his hands grip the staff.

Loki looked down incredulously. There, in his hands, which he had only seconds ago removed from the mortal, only moments ago clenched in anger, was the intricate golden shaft that ended in a twinkling, razor sharp silver blade. His staff. His staff.

He had called it, and it had come. Without even realizing the focus with which he desired it, he had called.

And wondrously, inexplicably, it had come.

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The agent heard a small noise, barely audible, to his left, and crept forward cautiously, gun poised. As he stepped around the huge rock, he saw what everyone on that jet had been dreading, but few had expected to see: the leader of the previous day's invasion himself, distinctly recognizable with his jet black hair, foreign clothing, and signature weapon in hand. Which, oddly enough, he was staring at as if mesmerized, as if he had never seen it before in his life.

Strange, the agent thought, for he knew they were still counting the bodies that had died by its blade. Wasting no time, he silently raised his semi-automatic to the god's head to fire. 'Dead or alive,' Director Fury had told them, 'Preferably dead.'

The agent, however, had wrongly assumed that Loki was a solo act. So he was quite surprised when a sizable stone which had been thrown with some force struck his face, cracking the goggles just above his nose. Loki's head snapped up at the noise. Even more surprising, a young girl who he hadn't yet noticed crouched by the boulder used this time to cover the few feet between them and shove his gun off target.

An accomplice?

He regained his senses and threw her to the ground quite easily; she couldn't have been more than half his weight. It seemed the stone had been her only weapon, so he let her lie there and trained his gun back on the trickster, calling his fellow agents though his radio. They were within earshot now. He could hear them shouting to each other as they ran through the forest to his location.

Loki sat unmoving, regarding him with an amused expression, as if it was going to be great fun to die.

Crazy bastard, the agent thought, and released a relentless spray of bullets on the demigod before him. He didn't hear the horrified screech from the ground beside him, or the agonized yell from the brush nearby.

When the deafening noise of gunfire stopped and the smoke cleared, the agent was in for another surprise. His professionally blank, battle-hardened face dropped into a gape at the scene.

Loki was somehow still posed there, mocking him with that amused smirk of his, and then the next second he wasn't. He was gone. Not like he fell over dead. Not like he miraculously got up and walked away. Loki just wasn't there.

With a snarl, the agent whirled on the girl. At least he could get the accomplice. She'll talk.

He didn't even have time to squeeze the trigger. He only heard a cold chuckle just inches from his ear, before he was blinded by a white explosion in his skull and the world fell away.

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Jess pushed herself into a sitting position and looked up, dazedly wondering how Loki was standing in front of her. It had all happened so fast. She wasn't sure what instinct had pushed her to fight back against that guy, but she was sure glad it had because somehow she was alive, Loki was alive, and the Shield agent was dead. That agent is dead. She gagged and crawled backwards away from the body that had fallen in front of her with its head no longer attached to its shoulders.

Loki took a step forward, and for one terrifying second she thought he intended to kill her too. Instead, however, he reached down with his free hand and pulled her to her feet. He seemed strangely calm, or even happy, for someone that had just cheated death and murdered a government agent, she thought. He led her, almost running, back across the clearing, only to have Thor rush into them with Jane and Rachel behind him and the Tesseract's casing in hand.

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There was no time for questions or explanation. They could see the rest of the special ops team closing in, running through the forest down the hillside. Loki threw a longing look at the casing in Thor's hand, and closed his eyes in concentration. This wouldn't be easy, but he had no plans of dying today, and plus Thor would kill him for sure if something happened to his stupid mortal.

"Hold on to the scepter."

The others did as they were told, and within a moment they were gone. No flash. No smoke. They were just gone. The rest of the agents swarmed into an empty clearing, weapons raised. There was nothing out of the ordinary in sight except for the body of their fallen comrade and a peculiar pattern in the leaves.

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So shit just got REAL. review!