With an idea from AkiraRedTiger who wanted an explosion on 5th Avenue
Loki got out and slammed the door of his Audi, a splendid white A7. Oh yes, it wasn't Tony's since he took the keys in his hand. It was his car, his first car even. No, the model that had ended up in the scrapyard because it had been completely burnt down didn't really count. That was more of a test, and a Chevrolet.
Loki was currently located at the corner of Central Park and the beginning of 5th Avenue. And he was smiling. Oh a perfectly stupid idea had crossed his mind as he was driving around in the burning car. And he wanted to put it into practice. It was probably a bad idea. But hey, it would be the first time he had a bad idea.
The cars behind him honked loudly. Any vehicle stopping for more than three seconds became a target for other drivers, as any vehicle stopping for more than three seconds was a potential trigger for another traffic jam. And God knows we have enough traffic jams in this city already. Loki glanced at them with a dark look and made several clones appear, which calmed the drivers. Peacefully. Simply by death threats. Loki was beginning to understand how to behave in society. Don't stab your neighbor. Even if he had difficulty putting this precept into practice.
Loki closed his eyes and multiplied his clones that came to block all the ruins overlooking the avenue. Free field on one of the most beautiful avenues in the world. That was cool. The brown guy got back behind the wheel with a thought for his sunglasses. He should have taken them. Of course he could make a new pair appear but it wouldn't have the same effect. He slowly put his fingers on the leather and started the engine. A second later he was driving along Central Park, a squirrel stopped climbing a tree to watch the white sedan pass in front of him in a flash and resumed his walk.
Loki saw the signs of the famous stores lining the avenue scroll by. He had asked about the brands present and, if his memories were good, after the Apple store which, thanks to its current speed -a little more than one hundred kilometers per hour- he would very soon have reached, he would have to pass in front of the NBA's one. Loki liked basketball.
The Jotun frowned and time seemed to slow down around him. He was heading straight for a tanker truck - which, let's face it, had absolutely no business being there - and even his slightly superhuman reflexes, aided by the Audi's powerful disc brakes, never allowed him to stop in time. Loki could go straight ahead, end up in the truck and cause a huge explosion, turn right to crash into the wall surrounding Central Park or turn left into the window of yet another high-end retailer and devastate their entire store. Amazingly, Loki went headlong into the first option. In addition to his principle of never braking, he also never deviated from his route.
The Audi doesn't slow down for a moment. When the front of the car grazed the truck, green sparks crackled for a brief moment before the sedan crashed violently into the truck. The driver who had jumped out of his vehicle the moment he saw the white car appear at the end of the avenue had barely had time to slip into an adjacent street when the explosion threw him face down. Passers-by, with a sudden survival instinct, had also rushed as far away as possible from the crazy man behind the wheel when he saw him and heard him approaching.
The explosion blew up several billboards, swept away a newspaper vendor's stand and several garbage cans. Hats flew into the sky as people cowered on the ground to escape the metal pieces that would join the hats. When all that remained was a tangle of remnants of a steel carcass that was happily burning, passers-by began to get up.
"Oh my God!" shouted someone who wasn't really being helpful when he said that.
"Call the fire department!" shouted a woman frantically looking for her fallen phone.
"And... The driver?"
Loki raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young man who had asked the question while nonchalantly biting into a doughnut. The dark-haired man looked at his hand holding the doughnut, it was slightly reddened. It was close call this time. The asgardian watched the spectacle of flames and panicked people spreading before his eyes. What? Should he have done something else? No, but he wasn't going to die in a car accident, come on. Don't be ridiculous, that's what magic is for. Loki hadn't learned magic from his mother just to materialize a clone and go running around the palace. The illusion would never have worked on Frigga anyway.
The sirens of the fire, police and ambulance services were already ringing in the city. Several New Yorkers had taken out their smartphones to film the remains of the vehicles. The Jotun looked up at one of the skyscrapers in which what had once been a car door was embedded on the third floor. Had anyone been injured? Miraculously, not seriously no. Loki was beginning to become attached to humans. And no one wants to destroy their favorite toys.
Seeing a child crying because his cheek had been cut by a shard of glass, Loki wiggled his fingers. When his mother leaned towards him, the child nodded as he looked at his fingers, which were no longer stained with blood droplets. Loki took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the scene, which was already sealed by the police tapes. He sent it to Tony without comment. The response was not long in coming.
I was sure it was you! What the hell did you do now?
Loki smiled joyfully and walked away, passing a fire truck coming as a backup, siren wailing. Getting Tony angry gave him the same joy as when he was annoying his brother.
When Loki returned to the Tower, Tony rushed towards him. The genius seemed to be on edge.
"You there," he shouted. "You take these keys and get out of this city! I don't want to see you here for at least the next few months!"
Loki grabbed the car key on the fly. He looked up. He really didn't want to, but did he have to thank the midgardian for saving him the visit to a car dealership? Anyway, the question was settled because after pushing him in the elevator and giving him an overnight bag, Tony had gone back to his room in a hurry.
The doors closed in front of Loki who nonchalantly inspected the contents of the bag. It was not the first time he had been kicked out of his apartment, he was not going to dwell on this detail. In the bag, obviously decorated with Stark's logo, he found all his clothes and the charger for his phone. Loki was not really a materialist. By the time the elevator dropped him off in front of the underground parking lot, Loki was hesitant. He had just been kicked out of the Tower by Stark. And even though the act itself didn't bother him, the fact that Tony was behind it slightly irritated him. But on the other hand he had gained a new car and an unexpected freedom. His brother still had to stay in the Tower. For the misfortune of the Earth, it was a free electron Loki that settled behind the wheel of a black Jaguar.
"Does anyone know where my brother is?"
"Yes. I got rid of him, at the cost of one of my cars," explained Tony, who seemed much more relaxed than before. "I think the Tower has never been so quiet..."
"Where is he?" Thor scolded.
"Relax Point Break. He's only gone on vacation for a few months. He can survive without you, you can survive without him, I can and I want to live without him. I can and I want to live without him. Everything. Go. Fine. Anyway we'll see him again, he's unable to stay put."
Thor turned back. He had more or less managed to keep Loki under surveillance until then. But now that he had disappeared on Midgard and Tony wasn't planning to look for him, who knows what he would be able to do?
"In the worst case you just have to go and get him," Tony shouted to him as the god disappeared into the corridor.
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Loki threw his phone on the passenger seat. The battery ran out. Pffff. If even Stark couldn't make a real battery, all he had to do was invest in an external battery. A really useful invention, not like most other midgarden ideas. The asgardian slows down when approaching a village. He stopped in front of a man walking his dog, a young collie. The man turned towards him as Loki turned off the radio by rolling down his window.
"Hello," he greeted. "You know that it is the road to take to go to the beach?"
"Oh sure, you take the second left and it will be straight ahead until you reach the water."
"Thank you."
"My pleasure, and very nice car by the way. You don't see many of them around here."
"Thank you" repeated Loki, a little more sincerely this time.
It restarted with a gentle hum and the Jaguar quickly disappeared from the landscape.
Loki parks his car (formerly a timeless from Tony's private collection) near the pier. The wind was blowing as Loki had never seen on Midgard. The air carried salt spray up the coast and swept his hair. Distractedly, the god ran his fingers through his locks and felt grains of sand flying away in the gusts of wind, which had finally caught on to his hair. He smiled when he saw his objective. A lighthouse. A large lighthouse at the end of a pier. A lighthouse that he had bought before sowing panic and destruction on 5th Avenue by borrowing a map from Tony and where he would be alone to meditate on the many failures of the takeover of the world. He would brood about it for hours. Yes, yes, again. We don't like failures in the Odinson family. He would think it over and over until he figured out what was wrong.
Loki pushed the heavy wooden door and began to climb the long spiral staircase. Ignoring the doors along the steps that led to rooms, pantries, and other rooms, he climbed to the top. This was what he missed in his castle. Height. To be able to overlook the world. Probably one of the first problems of his failure. He wasn't high enough. Literally. Loki started by turning off the automatic headlamp switch before doing a real trick on the owner.
At nightfall, he climbed up to the balustrades that surrounded the top of the building. In the distance, he heard the sound of a ship's foghorn.
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"Tony, we have a problem. For several weeks now, a lot of boats have been running aground."
"And? If the captains don't know how to steer their ships anymore I can't do anything about it. And we're not NAVY either."
"It seems that the problem comes from the lighthouse."
"And?" repeated the billionaire. "We're not electricians, Pep."
"But the lighthouse has recently changed owners. Look who's taking care of it now."
Pepper presented his tablet to Tony who could see a picture of Loki at the top of his lighthouse.
"WHAT? Him again? I thought we were rid of him now that he was living in the forest. I thought he was going to go back there after having destroyed my Camaro and my A7! That's why I let him take my Jaguar..."
"If you hadn't gone to see him he might have stayed there and not damaged one of your cars."
"First he has not "damaged" it but "burned it completely". Then he blew up another one. And finally, you shouldn't live in the past, Pep. I'm going to take care of this story. Where is Thor? Isn't he with him? I thought he went to find him."
"I guess he didn't find him. In the meantime he's negotiating with J.A.R.V.I.S. to let his brother live in the Tower."
"No way," roars Tony.
"I know this may seem hard for you to admit, but at least we'd be keeping an eye on him. And this kind of incident," Pepper tapped the tablet with his finger, "should be less common."
"That's a great idea. You're awesome. I love you."
Tony smiles happily before planting a kiss on Pepper's lips.
"Tony, are you going to do something about it? Report to the ships."
"Oh. I'm going to text him," Tony said as he pulled out his Stark Phone as he spoke.
Please stop messing around.
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Loki looked at his screen as a second message arrived immediately.
Hold on a moment. False manipulation
Loki raised his eyebrows as he looked at the billionaire's text message. For his part, Tony sighed. Peter had added some weird keyboard shortcuts on his cell phone and this kind of misuse happened frequently.
For example in an extremely serious message to Fury: The Avengers have it under control Fury (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ.
But the genius did not have the heart to suppress them. And Peter was always delighted to receive a message from Tony with a smiley face. And if it pleased the little one, Tony had to go on.
I do what I want.
Loki sent his reply and put his laptop on a table. Then he went outside, he wanted to test something with his magic.
Braving the wind that was blowing stronger and stronger, Loki opened the door and approached the edge of the top of the lighthouse. He leaned forward to see the waves crashing just below him. The ocean was raging and Loki had never felt so close to the elements. He raised one hand and threw a ball of green energy into the water. The light remained visible for several seconds as it sank below the surface. And Loki thought it was really beautiful. So he started again for long minutes with stronger and stronger discharges of energy that went further and further and deeper. After all, there were only fish and shellfish down there.
Hmm.
Or maybe not finally...
The people living at the bottom of the sea did not seem to appreciate Loki's trials. And one morning, as the sun was just rising, Loki had been woken up by screams. In a bad mood, he had come down and went out to face a small delegation of another people. Soldiers at the sight of their outfits and they were not happy. Not happy at all. Loki hadn't tried to be diplomatic, he didn't like being woken up. On the other hand, now he regretted it a little.
Because the Jotun was looking at the ruins of what had once been his lighthouse. Behind his back, the man behind the sudden destruction turned to the ocean. He was tall, had slightly pointed ears and bluish hair.
"Take this as a warning," he let go as he put his trident on the ground. "Next time it will be war."
Loki inflated the cheeks with a sulky pout. It wasn't today that he was going to start listening to what he was told anyway. He had grown up disobedient, it was his trademark. Namor plunged into the scum and disappeared in an instant. The few soldiers who had accompanied him did the same. Loki waited a few seconds and threw a ball of energy in their direction before leaving, head high towards his car. He snapped his fingers and got behind the wheel. Behind his back, the fish men roared and a wave swept over the pier. But Loki was already far away in his Jaguar.
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"Tony, I have good news and bad news."
"You shouldn't work Pep, I told you before," Tony said with a slight frown.
"It's important."
The genius stared at his wife and nodded his head.
"Okay, go ahead, start with the bad one."
"A study has shown that it is better to start with the right one. So the good news is that Loki is no longer going to run aground the boats and will be under our surveillance here in the Tower. And he's already on his way."
"The part about Loki here is the bad news?"
"No. The bad news is that he has angered the king of Atlantis and he's threatening to start a war against the surface."
" ... He did what?"
This is the first time I write an explosion. I think it could have been a lot cooler but the next one will be better, I'm going to practice.
I wanted to bring Namor in because he's cool. So there you go. I was able to do what I wanted to do, I'm happy.
I know, I know, I put a lot of smileys ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ Sorry.
