May Eternity be a Gift to You

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Steve didn't like being called by Shield for an extremely emergent task on Sunday mornings, especially when that means dealing with others as well.

'Come on!' Tony whined. 'I was working on something important!'

'Well I believe this is more of a threat than you delaying your project.' Fury shouted from the other end of the intercom.

'What?' Clint asked.

'Energy signals spiked. We suspect a portal will be opening.'

'Where?'

'Just over a shopping street.'

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He was definitely freaking out now. Noises were muffled inside his not-very-clear head. People swam around in his vision, pointing and shouting. He didn't quite get what they are saying. Probably in another language.

He looked down at the still body of his companion. He didn't need to check his pulse to know he was dead before they even crashed.

Dead.

He should be used to grieving now, living for millions of years. Yet why did it still hurt?

A man with a red cape landed on the ground just a few feet away.

What he just yelled meant nothing to him.

Hmm, flying abilities, stupid rock hammer, gold hair, red cape, skies darkening. Isn't this the Thunderer? Is this Asgard?

Another man landed next to him with a clang, his body glinting red and gold, his eyes and a circle in his chest glowed blue.

Why didn't he have a nose?

Shuffling came from the crowd. A man in blue and red ran out to join his comrades.

He shouted something, something he still couldn't quite interperate.

'…step away…'

So, English. This is Midgard then?

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The Thunderer raised his hammer. The crowds finally seemed to get what was happening and started running for their lives.

Steve was still confused about everything. Why is there a crater in the street? Why is Loki still lying down and the other staring at us? Who is the other person in black?

Right, stop panicking. The soldier told himself. He doesn't have a weapon in sight. He definitely didn't get Thor's threats.

'Tony,' He turned to face Iron Man and whispered. 'What you've got?'

'Similar energy to those of Loki's. But-' Tony caught himself. 'I didn't get anything from Reindeer Games.'

'What?'

'No energy readings.' Tony explained. 'No shields, no pulse-'

'Step away from my brother!' Thor thundered, quite literally. 'Or you shall face my wrath!'

'Woah woah calm yourself Lighting Dude.' Tony patted him on the back. 'He doesn't seem to understand English.'

Thor took in a deep breath, and continued to shout, but in another language, maybe his mother tongue.

The man standing in the crater only frowned.

'I don't think he understands.' Steve observed.

'Then what are we suppose to do?' Tony raised his faceplate. 'Just stare at each other for the rest of the day?'

A loud whirling came from above. The trio looked up and found a helicopter float just above their heads.

'Tell me, what is decided now? Can we use the machine gun?' Clint's voice came over the intercom.

'Nothing so far.' Tony muttered. 'This dude doesn't understand English, or, whatever Goldilocks speaks at home.'

'Is Loki dead?' Natasha asked.

'We, can't confirm it.' Tony eyed cautiously at Thor, who looked like he's about to explode.

A number of black cars surrounded them. Agents took out their guns and aimed at the man, who eyed back at them all.

'Please!' Steve called out. 'Raise your hands above your head so we know you meant know harm.' He raised his own above his, trying to get the message through.

The man suddenly moved. Agents raised their guns.

He held something in his hand. A dart.

He looked at the man that fired it, who happened to be Coulson.

'What are you doing?' Steve shouted over the helicopter.

'Fury's orders.' He nodded at his fellow comrades. 'Knock him out.'

Then everything turned into chaos.

In the rain of bullets and tranquiller, the man held up his hand and formed an invisible shield. The bullets and tranquiller bounced off harmlessly.

Tony's faceplate lowered. He sent a jet of light at the shield, only to reflect off and take out an innocent street lamp.

Thor charged at the man and brought down his hammer. A wave of the force bounced back, shoved Captain and Iron Man off their feet and shattered the car windows. He pounded a few more times on the shield, and realizing it's futile, lowered his hammer and glowered.

'Step away from my brother…' He growled.

The man narrowed his eyes.

Then, without warning, Thor sent his hammer flying. Instead of bouncing off, it kept on going for its target.

Until the man sidestepped and caught it.

Caught it.

'Oh gods.' Tony groaned as he struggled back on his feet. 'Do you think we should get the Hulk through?'

'Don't.' Why does it seem to Steve that he is the only reasonable one? 'This is a highly populated area, Hulk wouldn't help.'

The man whirled around and sent the hammer flying back past a shocked Thor's face and into Iron man, and then sending him through at least 3 buildings.

Recovering, the Thunderer started engaging in close combat, pelting punches and swings down on the smaller one, who easily dodged them all with graceful sidesteps, cart wheels and flips, like a dance. Captain America watched from where he was, wanting to help but not sure how.

'Where are you from?' Thor roared as he continued to try and at least make contact with his foe. 'How dare you harm my brother!'

The other caught one of his punches and flipped him onto his back. Several agents gasped.

'I am not the one that killed him.' His voice was raspy, as if unused for many years.

Thor rolled onto his back and aimed a kick at the other's shin, who quickly stepped out of the way.

'You are lying!' Thor shouted as he got up to his feet.

'The Other is killing the Jotuns as we speak.' He coughed. 'He is the one who killed the Prince.'

Thor frowned.

'What is this you speak off?'

'Its genocide I speak off, Thunderer.' The other man lowered his hand onto his stomach. 'Not I who killed the Prince not I-' He doubled over, blood streaked down his chin.

The Captain, figuring something was wrong, raced towards him.

'Lie down. Not move.' Steve dropped his shield by his side and lowered the man gently onto his back. He didn't like the way his skin turned pale or how his chest heaved like he couldn't breathe.

'Someone get the Medics!' He shouted at the agents, who quickly reached for their phones all at once.

'Stay awake.' Steve told the man. Now being closer, he looked more like a teenager than an adult.

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Everything was blurry. His stomach hurts. The man kept on yelling in coherent words at him.

Will he be joining him?

Joining Prince in Hel?