The God of tricks unsheathed his knife and made to strike the insolent mortal who had stolen his weapon. He knew that there was magic to be had on Midgard but thought it beneath him and yet this insect had dared to use it against him, a god.
Harry blocked the blow using the sceptre and his wand he held together with both hands. It took all his strength just to hold Loki off. He leapt back, away from the Asgardian. Coulson tried to aim his gun to hit Loki but it was hard to get a clear shot with the teen in the way.
"Stupefy," Harry shouted, wand raised.
The spell hit Loki square in the chest, throwing him back a few feet and leaving him winded but other than that seemed to have little effect.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry incanted.
The Asgardian was knocked off his feet, to everyone's shock but didn't stay down for long. He broke the binding and surged to his feet before Coulson could even think of firing his gun.
"You snivelling pig!" Loki roared. "You dare use magic on me! A God!"
Loki lunged forward and slashed at the boy. Harry hissed in pain as a gash formed across his chest, he had managed to avoid a deeper wound but hadn't gotten away entirely unscathed. As Loki made to bring his knife down again the teen held the sceptre up in defence. Sparks flew, knocking Coulson down and leaving him out of it, as the two came together again, their magic swirling around them. Harry could feel himself being pushed back by Loki's strength, he gritted his teeth and forced his arms to stay raised. His limbs ached from the strain and his head still throbbed from its impact earlier but he refused to back down. Loki ducked low and swept his leg in an arc, knocking Harry to the floor and leaving him winded and dazed. The god raised his knife high above the mortal's chest before bringing it down.
"Protego" Harry managed to gasp out. The shield formed around him but was too weak to hold against the impact of the plunging knife and shattered. The knife sunk into his flesh before it was ripped out. He cried out in pain. Blood gushed from the wound, creating a pool around him. The would began to blur and spin.
"No!" Thor bellowed.
Loki grabbed his sceptre from where the teen had dropped it, smirking victoriously. He kicked the mortal hard in the stomach, earning a pitiful moan, then walked to the control panel and pressed the sequence that sent Thor's prison falling through the sky. He saw the man Coulson rising and before he could strike him down the agent fired his weapon, sending Loki flying across the room and through a wall. Coulson dropped the gun and made his way to Harry, the teen was gasping for breath and his eyes was filled with agony. Phil crouched down next to him, placing his hands over the wound to add pressure, despite knowing it was a futile effort. It pained him that this young man who had already given so much and yet still saved the agent's life was going to die.
"Harry, you need to stay awake okay?" Phil instructed.
The teen's body convulsed and he coughed up a helping of blood yet still somehow managed to smile.
"Hurts," Harry croaked.
"I know son but you have to stay awake, medical are on their way," Coulson told him.
"Where's…dad?" Harry wondered, it was getting harder to keep his eyes open.
"He's fighting to keep us all safe," The agent replied.
"Can you l-look after him for me?" Harry asked. "His saving people thing is going to…to get him into trouble one day."
"Yes, I will, don't you worry I promise I will," Phil promised.
The teen gave him one last smile and with a shuddering breath Harry was gone, the light leaving his eyes.
Coulson rose from Harry's side as the medical team came in. Fury was standing a few steps away, having watched the interaction. The saviour of the wizarding world and son of Captain America, Harry James Rogers was dead.
