A/N – This is official end of peaceful part of the story, or more properly this arc. Next couple of them will be bloody and dangerous, some players will discover that rules of the game were changed. Read and review!
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Harry tried not to chuckle when he saw a look of shock and surprise on the faces of those that were brought into the room by Loki.
"Where are we and how did we end up here?" Kitty asked
"My uncle sent you here," he said and paused to look around and let them digest the news. "And we are in the Academy Sorcery and Battle Magic on Asgard, the main facility where mages, wizards and sorcerers can train when on Asgard."
"And why are we here?" Warren asked, as Harry looked at him, he could tell that Warren was less broody than he was right after receiving his wings.
"So that you can see something that in the opinion of many looks even better than the Citadel," Harry said with a small smile. "Also a certain someone needs to learn its layout, sooner rather than later."
It was Jean who broke the silence. "It is Illyana, isn't it?"
"Yes, she needs to learn sorcery and my uncle suggested this place," Harry said. "So I thought that a small tour of the whole thing wouldn't be a bad idea for you,as well."
"It certainly wouldn't." Bobby said with a smile. "So where do we start?"
"Well, that's a tough question," Harry said and smiled. "The training grounds look kind of interesting and scary, so we might start from them."
"Kind of scary?" Illyana asked, her eyebrows arched.
"You will see," Harry said as he ignored the pair of sentries standing guard in front of the tree and lead them out of the hall and through a wide stairwell that led upwards. When they left it above their heads was brightly shining the sun and they could see a clear sky without a single speck of cloud.
Harry tried not to laugh when he saw the expression of his friends as they looked at the training grounds that were in front of them. They consisted of pieces of terrain and platforms made from stone and metal that were floating in the air, as if they were laughing at the laws of physics that should make them fall onto the ground.
"That is a thing that I didn't expect to see," Warren said. "How do you get onto them?"
"Magic," Harry said and smirked. "As my uncle said, it's a good motivation to learn teleportation and flight spells, or at least learn them so good that they won't fail you."
"You will do it or you will end up falling to the ground where you end as a red paste on the rocks?"
"There are spells that will slow you down and grab you before you smash into anything," Harry said and shrugged. "But it is still an embarrassing experience."
"I can see that," Kitty said. "So what do you train here?"
"Anything that is too dangerous to do in a closed space. Elemental magic, battle magic and major duels as during them there is so much energy released that it can get dangerous."
"Sounds cool," Illyana said and Harry chuckled.
"It will take some time before you are allowed here," Harry said and she slumped. "Though other training grounds are also nice looking and you won't mind them."
"How do you know it?"
"I trained here a couple of times," he said and smiled. "It's one of the few places that I like and enjoy on Asgard."
"So where next?"
"The Amphitheater and other more official chambers," Harry said as he turned back to the staircase. Each time he walked up and down it he was impressed by the masonry of it and attention to details paid by the ones that had carved it. They seemed as if they were creations of nature, not of an artist.
"Why do they wear black robes?" Kitty asked as a pair of students passed by them and nodded to him, their closed right fists touching their hearts. "Also what was that sign?"
"Because it is a color that is the most neutral one and nobody is upset that one realm is favored," he said and added "It is a normal salute made to their superiors."
"And the color of their trim and sash?"
"The trim represents speciality," Harry said and waited for her to nod. "Red means fire, blue water, brown earth, white wind, yellow time-space and shimmering green illusions and healing. While the sash shows the level of mastery, beginners have black, after your first trial you will get silver, after it blue and the final one for a student is a golden one. Ones that finished their education can use red with their normal clothes and a pendant with a triskelion placed inside of an eye. Oh, and staff has red robes, while senior members of it with wide golden trim."
"What about their staffs?" Illyana asked. "You and your uncle don't use any of them."
"I use one," he said. "It's just that I don't use it at all times and my sword is also a focus for magic. While my uncle uses his scepter to do the same thing, the staff is just a thing that everybody can use without much training."
"So will I be given a staff?"
"Yes, as well as few other things, but that's a secret that you need to learn on your own." He opened the massive doors leading into the amphitheatre. It was a massive domed chamber with hundreds, if not thousands of seats rising in a circular manner from the middle of it. It's walls were covered in various semi-precious stones that formed mosaics telling the story of Asgard and the ceiling was covered by a massive painting showing a triskelion of the house of Odin. While the floor of it was covered in lapis lazuli with veins of gold flickering across it.
"It looks good," Warren said. "I'm used to wealth and all, but this is not that showing off, it's more tasteful."
"Thank you," Harry said with a smile. "The Ctadel was designed with showing off in mind, here it is more tasteful as there is no need to show off."
"Is all the school this nice looking?" Illyana asked.
"Yes," Harry said with a grin. "Since we don't have a lot of good things to do I might show you it more in depth."
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"So in a weeks time you are back on Midgard?" Hrolf asked as they sat on one of smaller terraces of the Citadel, there was only a few of them. Harald, Ulf, Atalanta and him.
"Yes," Harry said with a wince. "I wish that I could stay here for longer or invite you there, but it is getting too dangerous for you there and dad is firm on the fact that I need to go there."
"Too dangerous?" Hrolf arched an eyebrow and Harry looked at him.
"Assassins and more open attempts to take me out or at least cause a lot of pain to me," Harry said and sighed. "There are things there that will kill just to kill, not because they want or need to kill."
"Which seems primitive," Ulf said. "I mean, even we have some resemblance of a reason when killing someone."
"Yes, as much as I like humans, some of them are beasts that should be put down."
"Well, some of them might be sooner than you think," Hrolf said and everybody looked at him. "My father was asked by Hrimhari about joining him for some hunts to Midgard, hunts for criminals that are an issue for His Majesty's plans."
"That will make life on Midgard an interesting one," Harry said with a wicked smile. "Not that it isn't interesting, it will just get more interesting and certainly more loud."
"Why?" Atalanta asked.
"Because Hrimhari is a person used when you want to get someone eliminated and be sure that he won't come back," Hrolf said. "Especially if he comes with his Rangers and most likely they will be also deployed."
"Ouch," Harry said with a wince. "I forgot about his Rangers, then it will be really nice to watch from a safe distance."
"Anyways, can't you convince your father to allow you to take us on Midgard?" Hrolf asked, changing the topic.
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "I have tried and even my mother was as stubborn as he was and I don't think that grandfather will have a different opinion on this one."
"No, knowing him he won't have," Ulf said. "Especially when it comes to me or Atalanta, especially her, me to a lesser extent."
"Right," Harry said and rubbed his forehead. "I keep forgetting that she is a ward of my grandfather and he is responsible for her safety. While you are annoying your father so much that he wants to keep you on a short leash."
Ulf pouted at those words. "Be honest, you are not much better."
"But he is a Prince and he has a bigger leeway, while you don't have a lot to say," Atalanta said and Harry smiled.
"Thank you, At."
"No problem," she said and smiled. "I'm just stating the truth that sometimes is a bit harsh, especially for Ulf and his overgrown ego."
"Overgrown ego?" Ulf asked. "It is in perfect shape and of a perfect size."
"Maybe for you," Harry said as he hid his face behind his goblet as he tried not to laugh, loudly. His mouth escaped a short burst of chortle, dulled a bit by the metal of a goblet. "If it was oh so perfect how is it that the fight with Piotr shook you so badly?"
Ulf's cheeks became flushed with embarrassment. "Because he surprised me, that's all that he did."
"And broke half of your ribs in the process," Hrolf said. "If you weren't so arrogant you might have come out of it unharmed."
Ulf's eyes flashed with anger and he reached over the table to grab the hem of Hrolf's shirt. "You wouldn't dare to suggest that a mere mortal is better than me?"
"Yes, I would suggest so," Hrolf said, his voice flat and even, not showing any interest in Ulf's hand keeping his shirt. Harry gulped slightly as he heard this voice, it wasn't a bringer of good news, usually it meant brawls and fists crashing into something.
"Calm yourself." Harry said, trying to sound as commanding as he could.
"No," Ulf said and slammed his fist into Hrolf's jaw before older boy had a chance to react and sent him tumbling backwards. "He deserved it and you also deserve it." Harry barely had a chance to dodge the strike that came flying towards his head. He jumped away and landed in a crouch, one hand on a handle of his saxe knife, ready to draw the steel.
"Ulf, calm yourself," he said, eyes hard and all of the usual friendliness gone. "This is your last warning."
"Or what?! You have everything that you need, want or desire, you just need to say it and it will be given to you," Ulf said, his eyes glazed with barely contained fury, he walked forward and Harry tensed. "While I need to work for every single bit of respect and appreciation. I won't inherit any of my father's titles while you will have all of them and more."
"You know that it doesn't matter for me," Harry said and jumped out of a way of a swing of Ulf's safe knife. Harry crashed against a stone pot with flowers, destroying it, pieces of stone embedding in his back and legs. He stood up and watched as Hrolf launched himself at Ulf, using his bigger mass and experience to tackle the son of Ullr onto the ground.
Any of his thoughts that it would end soon vanished like a smoke the moment he saw a flash of steel. "Hrolf, he has a knife!" Harry shouted and could only watch as steel embedded itself in Hrolf's arm who shouted in pain and jumped away from Ulf, blood generously flowing down his back, smears of it covering the floor and shining like a silver thanks to the moon.
"We need to take him two on one," Hrolf said as he tore away a strip of fabric from his shirt and tied it around the wound. "He isn't thinking too clearly and might kill one of us."
"I noticed it," Harry said and braided his hair backwards. He saw Ulf's muscles tense and looked at Hrolf, who nodded. When Ulf jumped into the air they stepped to the sides and allowed their crazed friend to land between them. Harry let Hrolf crash into Ulf, pushing him to the side and used this moment to grab Ulf's hand and tore out of it a knife. He threw it towards Atalanta who grabbed it with ease and the moment he saw her catch it, he focused on Ulf who somehow managed to get out from below Hrolf and slammed into Harry. He bit down a scream as he something painfully crashed into one of his ribs as Ulf landed on him. Harry felt something snap and at the same time his legs coiled, muscles tensing, and shot upwards, crashing into Ulf's stomach and sending him flying into the air.
Ulf landed on the ground with a dull thud and for a moment was dazed as his body finally started to register damage it suffered. Harry was about to see if he was fine when he heard someone, a lot of someone's in heavy boots walking towards them. He glanced towards the corridor that led into the terrace and gulped in fear when he saw a dozen or so of guards walk towards them. With a very unhappy commander leading them. They were in trouble, deep trouble, if it was his Wolf Guard they would clean up the mess and nobody would hear, but not them.
Harry looked around the terrace and gulped as he saw how much destruction they caused, a better part of the railing was destroyed, a couple of pots were in shards, the plants growing in them destroyed or at least damaged. The stone table was overturned and two chairs were in pieces scattered over the floor. The stone floor was covered in blood and the soil spilled from those pots, as his gaze landed on his own body and his friends he realized that they didn't look much better with bodies covered in small cuts and scratches as well as with blood smeared over them or in case of Hrolf flowing from a stab in the back of his shoulder.
Harry only sighed as he saw guards enter onto the terrace and look around, trying to understand what had happened here. He wasn't too surprised by the fact that they had troubles to wrap their heads around this mess, it looked as if they fought a battle here.
"Can any of you explain to me what is going on here?" Commander asked.
"Small misunderstanding between friends," Harry said, sheepishly scratching back of his head. "Nothing serious happened here."
Commander laughed and took a good look at them. "It's as probable as a moon crashing into the Citadel in a few minutes. You will explain exactly what happened to your grandfather in the morning," Commander said, weird smile on his lips. Harry gulped at those words, this was getting worse and worse with each moment. "Bind them and drag them to the Healers, make sure that they won't cause you any problems. While you do it, I'm going for a pleasant talk with His Majesty." With those words he turned around and walked out.
"I will go on my own," Harry said, his voice resigned, to a guard that tried to put shackles onto his hands. "Even with my weapons I wouldn't do much to you." Guards looked between each other and nodded.
"Why did you need to be such an asshole?" Hrolf sighed as they walked through the palace. "If you didn't punch me we wouldn't have this questionable pleasure of being dragged by guards."
Ulf didn't say a word and stayed silent.
"Good choice," Harry said as he tried to feel how many of his ribs were yet again in pieces. He knew that some were broken, but he couldn't tell how many and how badly.
"It will be troublesome," Hrolf said and Harry looked at him. "I mean, you have a couple of broken ribs, Ulf has most likely two or so smashed and I have a couple of wounds. If we were just beaten, they wouldn't care, now..."
"I get it," Harry said as they entered into the Healers Halls.
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Harry gulped in fear as he looked at the face of his grandfather early in the morning, all three of them had various bandages covering their bodies as Healers decided that outside of broken bones everything could heal on its own and they would be still fine. Only Atalanta wasn't injured, but as she stood alongside them in his grandfather's study she was as scared as they were.
His initial feeling that they were in deep trouble was right, as he looked at his grandfather he didn't see the usual calmness and even some warmth, instead he could only see the face of a King that was really unhappy and was going to show it. Even the fact that Odin would have some words with them, didn't stop Harry's dad from telling Harry how stupid he was in a very direct and simple manner.
"Can any of you explain to me how all of this happened?" Odin asked, his voice even and lacking any emotions. "Half of the terrace is demolished and the healers had reported to me that you were rather severely injured."
"Grandfather, it was simply a small misunderstanding between us," Harry said, as he glanced at Ulf and told him with his eyes to keep his mouth shut. "And we didn't estimate level of strength each of us had and that's how it happened."
"I see." Harry almost flinched at those words as he could tell that his grandfather was not happy and didn't believe this story. "I saw a lot of people behave in a rash way, but this is the biggest show of rashness in the last several centuries that I had seen. Be happy that your fathers convinced me not to send you to some miserable planet on the other side of the galaxy. This is your last warning and the next time you wil do this, you will end up in Nilfheim for the next couple of centuries. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," they chorused and bowed their heads in submission to his commands.
"Good," Odin said. "Now disappear and don't cause troubles or the next couple of centuries in Nilfheim will be a fact."
They almost ran out of Odin's study and stopped when they were almost in front of the training grounds on the other side of the Citadel.
"We were lucky," Harry said as he tried to catch his breath.
"Or not," Ulf said as he saw Sif walking towards them, when Harry looked at her he paled. Her lips resembled a thin line and her eyes looked like two balls of ice. She looked like a storm that was slowly coming and they could do exactly nothing to avoid getting hit by it.
"Yeah," he said and gulped. "She will murder us."
"Slowly and painfully," Hrolf finished with a wince. Harry only nodded and they followed her as she motioned them to go with her.
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The rest of the stay on Asgard was less disastrous for Harry and the X-Men, they used it to relax and rest in a friendly atmosphere of the Realm Eternal, away from the worries of the Middle World. Even the weather seemed to be perfect with light breeze and almost no rain, as if it knew that they were about to land in frosty and snowy America.
"Don't get killed," Thor said as he embraced Harry. "You are my only son and I don't want to lose you."
"I don't plan on dying," Harry said with a smile.
"Good." Thor smiled and handed Harry a small pendant with a single rune inscribed on it. Harry took it from his dad and looked at the rune, his eyes easily recognized this sign. It was Fehu – Power, rune usually used by sorcerers or kings. "It will help you with magic and make it stronger than it used to be."
"Which will make it as volatile as my strength," Harry said as he put it on and touched the stone that glowed for a moment. "Which means more training and keeping it in check."
"It's not that you don't have anybody to ask for help," Thor said and Harry looked at him. "Ask your godmother for it or even Stephen, he will be grumpy and unwilling, but he will train you if need be."
Harry's eyes glowed for a moment. "I like this idea, I like it a lot," he said, smiling.
"Good," Thor said. "Let's join your friends, I will also be going to Midgard with you, but my destination is somewhere else."
As they walked into the Observatory Harry could see Illyana hugging Piotr, she would be staying on Asgard and learning how to be a sorceress. Something that was going to help the X-Men a lot in the future as sorcerers tended to be a massive force multiplier.
"Will you write?" Piotr asked looking at Illyana.
"I'll try, brother dearest," she said and looked at Harry when she heard him approach them. "Can I borrow Hábrók to carry messages?"
"I guess that you can," Harry shrugged and looked at Heimdall. "Can he use branches of the Tree to move through the time and space?"
"He can," Heimdall said. "His Majesty allowed him to do it some time ago so he won't have a single issue with finding and reaching Midgard."
"Use him whenever you want," Harry said as he looked at Illyana. "Just please, don't blow up the building as it is a nice one and I would prefer it to remain whole."
"I will try," she said
"Good," he said smiling and looked at Heimdall. "Is everything ready?"
"Yes, Your Highness," Heimdall said as he inserted his sword into the control terminal and energy could be seen flying over the walls of the Observatory. They waited for it to stabilize before jumping into the portal and letting it sent them onto Midgard.
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Natasha Romanov was dozing in and out of sleep when she heard characteristic sound of gunfire. It was enough to force her mind to think and work. She sat up on her cot and looked around, trying to see from where the sound was coming.
"It's not a Russian weapon," she said to herself as she tried to learn as much as she could. "Which means that someone is here to free me."
She walked to the doors leading into the cell and looked at them, trying to find any weak points. On her lips appeared a devilish smile when she saw that they weren't reinforced, as if someone wanted her to escape her imprisonment.
Her heel crashed against the wood of the doors and she smirked when it was turned to splinters. She needed to kick them a couple more times to make herself hole big enough to slip through. Stepping out of the cell she looked around.
Nobody here, which means that something nasty got their attention, she thought, her eyes scanning the corridor. She stalked through it like a cat, easily slipping from one patch of shadows into another. Her steps not making a single noise.
At the intersection she turned right and smiled when after a few meters she found a small armory. If they didn't change anything with the layout of the armouries, the rest should be the same, she thought, grabbing AKS-74U, upgraded and compact version of venerable AK-47. She checked it, stuffed as many magazines into her clothes as she could.
She heard sound of boots on the concrete behind her and without thinking she spun around and aimed at the person walking towards her. When she was sure that it was not a friend she depressed the trigger and watched as three bullets left the barrel and slammed into the unsuspecting sentry. All of them hit him in the chest and killed him on the spot.
She looked around, just to be sure that there were no more enemies coming and slowly stepped over the corpse of the one she just killed. She broke into sprint, trying to get onto the upper levels as fast as she could.
Running up the stairs she heard bursts of gunfire erupt above her, followed by screams and cries of the hit ones. She shot down an enemy that ran out of the side corridor and didn't notice her until it was too late.
Who is causing so much mayhem that every sentry and guard is rushing towards him or them, she thought as she climbed the stairs, watching out for enemies. He needs to be scary as otherwise I would have met at least a couple of sentries and so far I met one that was there and one that was rushing upwards.
When the staircase ended she looked around, her eyes scanning the darkness as she tried to find where were the ones storming the prison. She heard gunfire right in front of herself and her eyes widened as she saw red and black body armor lighten up by muzzle flashes of guns.
"Yeah," she said to herself. "He would cause that much mayhem to draw everybody's attention." Shaking her head she walked through the corridor to one that was most likely her savior, though she had a couple of issues with him. But for now they were going to stay in the closet as she wanted to get out of this hellhole.
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It was a calm January afternoon and nothing suggested that something terrible would happen later this day, six Rangers were laying in hiding deep in countryside somewhere in the UK, snow was piled high and the sky was cloudless. Generally it looked like a typical January afternoon. Rangers were laying there in matte black armors, white cloaks over them, which made spotting them virtually impossible.
"That's our target," Hrimhari said as he spotted the tall, muscular man with long black hair and a thin mustache appear on the road. "Walden Macnair."
"Kill or kidnap him?" One of Rangers asked.
"Kill," Hrimhari grimly said as he watched as two of his Rangers took aim at Macnair with their rifles and waited for his signal to fire. He nodded and they depressed triggers, streams of hypersonic bullets left the barrels of the two rifles and slammed into Macnair's chest. The bullets tore through the flesh and bones, and exploded, exiting the body.
"Heimdall! Open the Bifrost!" Hrimhari shouted and at the same time the whole group was whisked away, leaving behind weird pattern in snow and a dead body that would be later identified by wizards. He was the very first casualty of a campaign which mastermind was a Prince of Asgard, the most ruthless one out of the whole group.
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"It seems that one of our problems was solved by someone else," Amelia Bones said as she looked at Peter Wisdom. It took her a moment to get used to her new job, but now she liked it, especially considering the fact that she was earning more, much more than at the Ministry. "Someone murdered Macnair, I can guess who, but I don't think that it matters."
"No," Wisdom said with a thin smile. "One less Death Eater is one less, I don't really care who kills them as long as he does it."
She was silent for a moment and glanced at the photos that showed the remains of Macnair, she was used to seeing murders, but here was something wrong. "Someone has something else on his mind," she finally said and Wisdom looked at her. "What I mean is how he looks, if it was a murder done by a wizard, he would have clean wounds or none. Here his chest is in pieces and I don't think that we will find all of them. For normal assassination it is too dirty, but not for..."
"For a campaign of terror," he finished. "Whoever it is, wants to make the Ministry afraid of every shadow and force them to make mistakes and rash decisions. Decisions that normally wouldn't have been done and there aren't too many people that dislike the Ministry so much as to resort to such measures."
"Strange would be direct and open or would use proxies that are magical, but he usually plays the game of chess from the shadows and hates the Ministry with passion. Magneto would show that it was him who did it," Amelia said, counting names on her fingers. "Which leaves either Nick Fury or something not from this world."
"Yes." Wisdom winced. "I think that we both know who it is, question is why now and why Macnair."
"We need more," she said. "I will ask my contacts in the Ministry to keep me updated, but I don't think that the next one will be soon."
"So that they get over this one and think that one that did it is gone, while he is just waiting for the right moment to strike."
"Exactly, Voldemort used the very same tactic with deadly effect," she said and winced. "But here it is even better done, it was in the middle of the day and nobody saw who did it."
"Yes."
She nodded and looked at the photo and later at her notepad and started to jot down notes and ideas to check. She had a rough idea who did it, but she needed further proof to confirm that she was right about it, the last thing she wanted was blaming
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"Are you sure about it?" Asked a person, they were almost completely hidden by the shadows. The only visible detail about him was a large cross on his chest and black beard with specks of gray and white. He was completely unaware that there was one more pair of eyes watching him from afar.
"Yes, getting this information was costly, but it is true." He was a tall man with substantial muscle and over his body was draped a plain cloak, hiding his identity from curious eyes and protecting him from the weather, cold rain and strong wind. He placed a large case on the ground and opened it.
Hawkeye focused his gaze on the case and sharply inhaled when he recognized what was inside of it. There were bars of some metal there, each and every one of them packed separately and separated from others by a thick layer of foam.
"Thank you, your efforts are of great importance to our cause. The Mutants will feel our wrath with that data. May God show you the light."
"And to you, Reverend," He said before walking towards the car that stood nearby and driving away towards the distance.
Hawkeye smiled when he saw them split, it just made his job a lot easier. "One of them is driving a black SUV towards 16th Street, you should see him easily" he said into his earpiece and after a confirmation from the agents on the other end of it he dropped onto the ground. Without making a single sound he slipped into the church, his eyes for a moment lingered over the decor of it, but quickly focused on his target. He didn't know why Fury wanted this Reverend alive, but an order was an order and he was not going to disobey it.
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Fury looked at Loki and wondered if he should shoot the Prince of Asgard or let him explain himself and then shoot him. "Can you explain to me how Macnair ended up dead? My people looked at his remains and said that something not from this world killed him. I know just one person that could order this assassination and I don't like when someone is doing such things to me."
Loki smiled and Fury reached out to a Saiga-12 that was laying on his desk, he was pretty sure that if he emptied full thirty rounds drum loaded with a mix of silver, iron and adamantium right into Loki's face, it would be a problem for him. "My father wants the wizards tempered and wants it done secretly, or at least so that it isn't known that we are behind it."
"You will get me killed one day," Fury said and sighed. "We had agreed that I will know about every major move of your troops or agents on the surface of Earth. I don't mind you helping me with my work, but I want to know what is going on."
Loki was silent for a moment, then he slowly nodded. "Perhaps you are right that I should have told you first, but we were forced to do it quickly. You will know about every next of our moves."
Fury nodded and looked out of the window. "This move on your part was a risky one and will cause us more issues than good."
"They need to feel fear," Loki said. "We want them scattered and unable to work."
Fury focused on the Capitol building and for a moment stayed silent, sorting out his confused thoughts. He finally turned around and pinned Loki with his gaze. "There are some merits to it, but be careful as it might end up badly."
Loki only scoffed. "I played this game when you were killing each other with sticks and swords, so I know how to do it. They won't see me coming until it is too late for them to do anything. Or at least for something dangerous."
"Wizards are a minor pain, so I won't cover your tracks if something goes awry," Fury said. "My main issue is here and I need all of my forces to deal with him."
"I understand, but I won't need your help."
"And don't ask for it," Fury said as he focused on the report that was laying on his desk, its content was worrying to say the least and if only a part of it was true, than they were in deep trouble, very deep. While the words used to write it were formal and nice, he read more between them than was written in them. Someone was a spy somewhere in the agency and he was holding rank high enough to know about every single mission and operation. Which was a huge issue, he himself lost a couple of friends because of leaks and if he had anything to say about it, it was not going to happen again.
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A/N – Robes, I didn't really have a good idea for colors and that's why I chose those seven. Black looks a lot like black of Hogwarts, but Hogwarts robe have the crest of the school on them and those are plain black. Also they have a completely different cut and are more practical.
Rangers, they are Asgard version of SEALs, Rangers and Pararescuemen combined into one unit, you want someone removed, they are ones you will use, you want someone freed from a prison in more discreet manner than blowing up a hole in the wall, they are your choice. You have someone stuck in some forgotten place and he needs to be found and rescued, they are your choice. Usually they are subtle and stay in the shadows, but there are situations when they show in the open.
Saiga-12, my favorite Russian shotgun, thirty rounds in military version and unless you are dealing with Hulk, well, it will kill or more properly obliterate the target.
Harry and his friends getting relatively light punishment from Odin, brawls are something that is so common that if he was to punish everybody that do it, he would need to punish 90+% of nobility. He was more annoyed at the damage and few other things.
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UnitedOsprey1991 – those schemes are only the beginning and more of them will be appearing as the time pass, generally every single character plots against someone else.