It was an utter chaos.

Chaos isn't threatening to Loki.

It makes him thrive.

The moment the King stepped through the passage with a powerful army behind his back, his ears were deafened by the sound of the battle cries. The ringing of swords was cutting through the air overpowered only by the deadly explosions and the resonating coming from Mjolnir hitting the enemies' weapons. The Asgardian warriors were screaming as they were swinging their mighty axes and spears to give themselves courage in the face of the unknown enemy.

The skies above him were a mirror of what was happening on the ground, and of his brother's mood. Black glooms were passing over grey clouds in unnatural speed which was caused by something more powerful than wind. The lightings were cutting through the dark skies accompanied by rumble powerful and loud enough to make the Earth beneath it shake.

It was pouring with rain.

The rain was blinding the warriors' eyes as their weapons would slide one over another, everybody hoping they managed to hit the fatal blow.

The gale was shaking the birches and spruces' branches and it seemed that at any moment, their resisting roots might give up the fight and the trees would be torn from the ground.

Underneath the passage the King was making his way through, the sea was raging as a powerful entity of its own. Many waves were chased around by the gale until they shattered into million drops on the cliffs. Some rebellious waves refused to be commanded by the wind and were making their determined way in different directions, against the others. When the two competing waves met, the drops of water were flying high enough to join the rain in making the battle even more difficult for both the fighting sides.

The King was making his way through. His army was following.

His brilliant eyes quickly mapped the situation.

Thanos, and the King realised with vengeful satisfaction that the name wasn't causing him any anxiety anymore, was sitting in his floating chair which he called throne a bit further from the battle, observing everything with vile and blood-thirsty expression. It was obvious that he was enjoying what was happening in front of his eyes. War was spectacle for him; and he its main director. Those who couldn't keep up with the deadly dance would fall down, their corpses hitting the ground. The Titan's expression was greedily focusing on them. It didn't matter to him if it was one of his followers or his enemy who was killed as he was sure of his ultimate victory. He rejoiced in the dead and suffering all around him.

In the midst of the battle, a few figures stood out.

Heimdall, his face covered by the blood of his enemies, was swinging his heavy sword with a determined expression. His body wasn't showing any signs of fatigue; seeing everything, the Watcher of the Worlds seemed able to anticipate his attackers trying to stab him in the back and he could keep himself one step ahead.

The Valkyrie was fighting with the rage and determination true to herself. With Dragonfang steady in her hands, she was right in the middle where the fighting was the toughest. She would send as many of those vile creatures to Hela as possible. She was hoping it would be enough to devour her.

Hulk was fighting and screaming with his usual anger, jumping around and crashing his enemies under his feet. He was not as quick as Heimdall or Valkyrie to dodge their punches though and so every now and then the air was cut by a howl of pain. The King didn't think it possible to injure the angry beast, but it clearly was.

The Captain, Bucky and Barton have created a triangle. They were standing with their backs facing each other's, making sure that no enemy would attack them from behind. Enhanced or not, they were still mortals and so fighting together gave them the best chances at survival. Their faces were wrinkled by concentration and exhaustion, but they clearly were not giving up.

Doctor Strange seemed to have at a certain point run out of the option of doing magic and now was trying to more defend himself, than actively attack anyone, with the help of his Cloak of Levitation. It was helping him to blind his enemies. He seemed lost, his face full of bloody scars. It didn't seem he would be able to hold on for too long.

Natasha was making her way through the battlefield. The King narrowed his eyes. It seemed she had a plan; it looked as if she was trying to make her way towards Thanos to fight him. Yet she was constantly being slowed down by the enemy army trying to bring her down. Yet more they tried to bring her down, the higher she would jump, wrap her legs around the enemies' shoulders until they were the one lying on the ground where she would end them.

The Ironman was flying through the air, frantically sending blows to all possible sights. With a closer examination, it seemed he was looking out for his teammates. His ability to flight gave him a better view of the battlefield and he was trying to keep his friends alive.

And then the King's eyes found the familiar armour, red cape, blond hair and mighty hammer of his brother. Thor was hitting one Chitauri after another, his cape being torn on several places but his pace stronger and faster than ever. His eyes were full of rage. That rage changed to grateful recognition when the blue eyes found the familiar figure of his brother. The grateful recognition was quickly replaced by utter shock when the blue eyes didn't meet the emerald eyes as they were supposed to, but they met piercing red gaze.

The armour was the same, but his brother wasn't.

And Thor was proud of him.

The God of Thunder, in the midst of the fight, just a second away from another enemy launching onto him, allowed himself a brief moment of acknowledgement as his lips turned slightly upwards to greet the person who meant the whole word to him.

And the King noticed and with that barely noticeable smile of his brother's, all his worries faded away. Thor has accepted him just the way he was. He accepted his Frost Giant skin and eyes. He finally saw Loki for what he was and not for what he wanted him to become. And he was satisfied with the picture.

As Thor's momentary and yet priceless acknowledgement of his brother was interrupted by a group of Thanos' soldiers launching at him, the King was making his way through the portal onto the wet and damaged grass with his army forming itself into the battle position.

Loki looked magnificently graceful. The wind was playing with his dark cape, but as he was making one long step after another, it seemed that the cape was dancing in the wind exactly the way he wanted it to dance. It was accompanying his every step as a shadow of revenge. His confident steps were taking him closer to the battle, his long, muscular legs enabling him to be quick and yet unbelievably graceful for the occasion. His battle armour was encircling his lean, buff body, the green and seaweed-green fabric being connected together by metal belts made from gold or unforgiving dark metal.

He looked majestic.

His blue hands were protected by gauntlets specifically designed for his style of fighting. They were covering his hands up to his knuckles while leaving his fingers free to play with daggers. He was holding one dagger in each of his hands. The daggers had black handles and emerald, sharp blades. There was no mistaking that they were deadly.

His golden helmet was standing for the most majestic crown the universe could ever see. The golden metal was protecting his forehead and encircled his head. He was already much taller than any mortals or Asgardians on the battle field, yet the bendy horns were making him to fully stand out in any crowd he was about to enter. They were making him seem incredibly tall which was only fitting for a king leading in an army of giants.

His shining, wavy, untamed, raven hair were flying into all directions from beneath his helmet. The rain was soaking them but that only made them dance wilder in the wind, sending splashes of water around their master.

Loki's expression was the one of power. His radiant red eyes were focused on his enemy; his whole expression tightly fixated on the task ahead. He was determined not to make any mistakes. The rain was falling onto his handsome face, the drops of water making their way over his sharp cheekbones. The God of Mischief didn't acknowledge the rain. Such small discomforts were beneath him.

There was no doubt that the God of Mischief, the rightful King of Jotunheim and Loki of Asgard, was deadly.

The Frost Giants formed a powerful formation behind him. Their expressions were full of eager need to prove themselves and to give a way to the future their king has envisioned for them. They would fight mercilessly.

Loki stopped and his whole army stopped in unison behind him. Thousands of Frost Giants were desperately holding onto their frozen weapons.

Loki lifted on of his arms.

Thanos, disturbed for the first time since the battle commenced, stood up from his throne with an expression of disbelief.

Loki pointed the dagger in his hand towards the battle.

"For Jotunheim!" He screamed, having amplified his voice with the magic that the position of the sorcerer supreme was giving him.

The Jotuns screamed and charged into the battle. Loki charged with them.

Quick as a cat and deadly as a snake, Loki slithered through his enemies, gracefully dodging any blows coming in his direction. His daggers never failing to find the Chitauris' hearts. Loki was making sure to remember the face of each of the Chitauri soldiers who tormented him so much. He wanted to see the life dying out in their eyes. When someone seemed to be getting too close to him, Loki would quickly in a dance-like motion catch their hands and his eyes would shine with the satisfaction at the horror in their eyes as their flesh was burning upon his touch.

When a bunch of Chitauri started all running towards him, then with the nerves of steel Loki stood still. He let them come so close to him that he could feel the warm radiating from their bodies. As they were making the move to stab him, he quickly turned on his heels and before they knew it, the Chitauri were all dead lying at his feet.

Through the rain, Loki saw that Thanos was now standing, his eyes frantically observing the difference the Frost Giants were making on the field. He was losing, and he knew it.

The God of Mischief was smirking when someone grabbed his arm.

Loki turned around, ready to launch and yet he didn't.

This person didn't mean him any harm.

"You're here." Thor screamed through the rain and thunder. He was looking Loki right in the eyes.

"I am here." The younger brother replied.

"And you brought an army." Thor yelled, the pride obvious in his voice.

"You held them back." Loki cried in response, his tone equally proud.

"Let's finish them together. Side by side." Thor screamed.

"Side by side. As brothers." Loki roared in response and the brothers created the most powerful, efficacious warriors' duo anyone has ever seen.

With Thor's raw power and Loki's nimble movements and wit, no one stood a chance against them. No matter how powerful the enemy or how numerous the army against them, the brothers were invincible. Having known each other for centuries, they were able to perfectly anticipate each other's movements.

Thor hits the Chitauri while Loki throws his dagger into the one trying to stab Thor in the back. When three enemy soldiers charge at Loki who is busy fighting a different Chitauri soldier, the Mjolnir hits the ground and the soldiers lose balance and fall on the ground.

Thunder and mischief perfectly balance each other. Red no longer outshines the green but helps it shine.

"Enough." Thanos' voice pierces the battlefield and the Chitauri stop fighting.

"You useless scum. Being defeated by a few monsters." The Titan spit out and snapped his fingers. All the rest of the Chitauri fell dead.

"I don't need a useless army. I can defeat all of you on my own." Thanos hissed and made his way through the corpses of his former army.

Meanwhile, the Avengers assembled. Natasha, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Strange, and the Hulk were standing next to each other

Behind the Avengers, the Valkyrie and Heimdall stood proudly as behind them the rest of the valiant warriors of Asgard gathered. Behind the Asgardians were the unmissable tall figures of the Frost Giants.

In front of all of those people, gods and giants, stood side by side two gods. Two kings.

"Can you?" Loki questioned with mockery in his voice. And yet he knew better than anyone else that in fact, Thanos could still defeat all of them. His physical power was unparalleled.

"You." Thanos now addressed Loki personally. "You managed to surprise me. It is only fun, really, finally finding someone who is not to be defeated so easily. Once I have killed you, I will have to go back to intimidating the ordinary creatures. It will be so boring." Thanos said.

"You will never go back to anything. You die today." Loki replied, his voice steady.

"But, if I think about it, you are boring. You are on the side of the heroes now." Thanos continued his little speech.

"I may be on the side of the heroes, but don't you think that I am one them." Loki answered.

"No? And who are you then? Loki, the lonesome warrior on the side of no one?" Thanos mocked.

"I am Loki. Of Asgard. And I am burdened with a glorious purpose." Loki articulated carefully. As he did, everyone behind him got goose bumps from the resonation of his deep, smooth voice and its obvious threat. "Finally, I know what my purpose is. And I will not be burdened by it for much longer." The God of Mischief paused. Thanos was about to say something but Loki interrupted him.

"I've got something you want." And in that moment, the Tesseract appeared in his hand. The blue glow was reflecting itself in his radiant red eyes.

Thanos' eyes were consumed by greed.

"You want it. Come and get it." Loki whispered.

Thanos launched himself.

Loki was ready.

In the blink of an eye, Loki turned himself back into his Asgardian form. His piercing, emerald eyes, those eyes that were so passionate to learn magic from Frigga when he was small, now fully concentrated on the figure of the Mad Titan who was running towards him. Loki could see that his brother's grip on Mjolnir tightened.

And Loki breathed in and let himself be filled with all the knowledge he despised for all those years. The powerful energy that was making him different for so long, the knowledge that distinguished him from the other Asgardians and made him a laughing stock for being cowardly and not manly enough.

Yet Loki knew that he needed more than that to defeat Thanos. When he could feel all his magic running through his veins, he knew that now was the time to make use of the gift he was lacking for all those years.

For so long, he was alone. Forgotten, despised, and self-loathing.

Not anymore.

Now he had a powerful army of allies behind him. Some of them were ever his friends. Next to him was his best friend.

And so Loki focused all his energy to absorb the magical power of those behind him. He could feel the Midgardian energy of science filling him as the Avengers were brought to their knees by a strange, invisible force. Then, as his magic reached the Asgardians, they too were forced to kneel as their energy was drained out of them. Finally, the raw power of Frost Giants was taken from them and even these powerful creatures were brought onto their knees.

Out of blue, everyone behind Thor and Loki was on their knees, gasping for air, wondering what had just happened.

"Loki?" Thor questioned with concern.

"In the end, they would always kneel." Loki replied to his brother's unspoken question. Thor's eyes were covered in confusion, but Loki's tone of voice gave him peace.

"Brother. I would need Mjolnir." Loki said, hardly able to control the energy that was now running through him.

Thor opened his palm in barely noticeable gesture.

Loki mimicked him, and Mjolnir flew onto his hand.

The God of Mischief began running towards Thanos.

They are getting closer to each other.

As there are only a few steps left, both Thanos and Loki jump into the air.

Loki jumps higher.

As Thanos hits the ground, Loki is as if in a slow motion, raising Mjolnir in the air for the fatal blow.

Thanos was powerful but not invincible. He had no heart to stab, but his head contained brain like everyone else's. No one could live without it.

And Loki swung Mjolnir filled with all his magic and all the energy he took out of his allies, and with one final blow hit Thanos' cuboid head as he gracefully landed on the ground.

For a moment nothing seemed to happen as Thanos was standing on the ground. And then his legs betrayed him, and he was brought to his knees.

Thanos looked at Loki and for the first time, Loki saw a different emotion that hatred, mockery or manipulation in his eyes. Thanos was afraid. He was dying.

"You never though you would long for something as sweet as pain, did you?" Loki hissed as he proudly stood in front of his kneeling arch-enemy. "You would gladly exchange dying for the sweet taste of pain, defeat, or humiliation, wouldn't you? But you can't. You will meet Hela soon. I hope you rot in hell together." Loki whispered as Thanos was losing his balance and fell onto his back. Ungracefully and as any other being would.

"I want to see your eyes die." Loki said. "I want my face, looking down at you as you are pathetically dying, to be the last thing you see."

"Consider…" Thanos tried to say but found his voice too weak. "Consider this to be my parting gift." And with the last breath, Thanos died.

He was dead.

It was finally over.

He was free.

And yet the Titan's last words puzzled Loki. But he would not let himself be bothered by Thanos any longer. Thanos was dead.

"Loki." The God of Mischief heard his name and a knot appeared in his stomach. It was his brother's voice filled with immense pain.

Loki turned around.

He saw Thor holding onto a sword that was dug deep in his belly. The blood was pouring out of the wound.

"Loki." Thor whispered in shock and fell onto the ground.

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