The rooftop was all but abandoned, and armed with the sword on his hip and the pistol in his hands; he stepped out onto the rooftop, scanning his surroundings while making sure he didn't look down. He spotted Sophia over the other side of the roof, and he ran towards her. She was connected to the machine by means of what looked like an EEG machine, which he ripped from her and he held her in his arms for a long time.
"Can you hear me, baby girl?" he shook her sightly, before he took her pulse. She was still there, though barely. He had to get her to a hospital as soon as possible. He inwardly sneered at Utgardaloki. He had never been quite this territorial before, and it was an anger that boiled from his bones. He could feel a pair of dark eyes on him and his ears pricked up.
"You're too late," he froze when he heard the voice behind him and he could feel Utgardaloki cast his shadow over him. He moved quickly, shielding Sophia from the gaze of the other sorcerer.
"You won't touch her," he said forcefully. Utgarda had the usual frame that went with a Jotun, tall and broad, but he had more tanned skin than the others and chestnut hair. Then again, he knew that this appearance was the result of an innate cloaking device.
"You're too late," he repeated, "in just a few moments, the universes will collapse in on themselves, and as I have the power, I shall be the only living thing in the universe and start anew. I will be God."
"There's only one God."
"And who is that?" Utgardaloki smiled at him, as sharp as a whip. It was clear that he was planning something, and being a far more powerful sorcerer, anything was possible right now.
"Me." He aimed his pistol at Utgardaloki, "say your prayers."
"We must fall back!" Volstagg yelled. They had only just regrouped with Thor and Sif when the army tried to force them back again, but they were in the stairwell, so they decided to simply move up the stairs. They were forced up the stairs, slashing their enemies back. Explosive arrows were fired down the stairwell by everybody's favorite bird.
And then a throbbing, burning pain shot through his head, and in his mind's eye, he was somewhere else.
SOMEWHERE ELSE
It was incredibly dark, but he could barely make out the twinkling of distant stars. He could feel rocks under his feet. He looked down, and while he was in his own body, he did not recall ever being here. It was a bizarre place of many rocks being held together with what appeared to be nothing.
"Stay away from me!" he could hear shouting, and he began to wake up, and understand where he was, "I order you to stay away from me!" he followed the voice through the barren scenery, climbing over rough ground to reach the source of the shouting.
He watched the Chitauri commander approach, and the scene cleared. Loki was being held to some sort of screen by some sort of magic, his once grand armor torn and burned. In the politest terms, he looked like hammered shit, covered in cuts and bruises, dark bags under his eyes. He was bleeding and broken. He looked terrified and incredibly tired at the same time.
"You can only make orders when you hold a position of power," It was the voice of another man, not the commander, but it seemed the commander of the commander, perhaps this Thanos he had only heard of once.
The commander's goon prodded Loki in the nape of his neck with an electrified pitchfork-looking device and Loki screamed in pain.
"Go to Hel, Monster," He gritted his teeth.
"You know where the Tesseract is."
"Yep."
"Tell me," the commander demanded, "Time is short."
"Actually, it's all relative," he spar a tangy globule of blood at the commander, "the answer is no."
"It has become clear that more heavy-handed tactics are needed," that was the first time Thanos spoke, "I believe that it is time to grant me full control of the Meat."
The commander smiled, and outstretched his hand, electricity shooting through his fingers. Loki looked at it with terrified eyes, "no," he breathed, he didn't have the strength to do anything much else.
As the commander's hand touched his temple, he whispered something over and over again, "I am Loki of Asgard. I am Loki of Asgard. I am Loki of Asgard . . ."
"Loki!" Bella yelled, "You have twenty seconds maximum!" she had run out of bullets, and had resorted on using any weapon she got. She had her hands on a shotgun now, and she plugged four more Jotuns before ducking into the stairwell to reload, holding a couple of shotgun shells with her teeth as she reloaded.
"This job ain't worth eleven five a year," she hissed through the shells, and as a Jotun tried to kamikaze her, she blasted him with her shotgun. She tapped her earpiece, "Come on Tony! Where the fuck are you?" she was certain that Rhody, AKA, Iron Patriot had some really fucked up priorities, "any minute now," she muttered to herself, "Come on, Princess Peach!"