The force would have crushed the other man, if he had actually been there. Instead, the power of the blow knocked Loki off his feet and he fell into the dust. He screamed in pain and anger.

"Son of a whore!" Loki shot at him, spitting a tangy globule of blood at the other man's feet.

"When will you brothers not fall for that?" Utgardaloki sneered, "It is your own ignorance and stupidity that allow you to believe that you can defeat me, you pathetic whelp," Thor and the others were still fighting as Utgarda kicked the hammer away as he attempted to reach for it, "you may be worthy in the eyes of Odin, but that simply proves that you are the lap dog that he always wished you to be." He crushed the heel of his boot into Loki's chest, deep into his wound. Loki bit his tongue to stop him from screaming.

"You shall get your just deserts!" Loki sneered up at him, balling his fists with his last strength, "You shall never get away with this. My brother will kill you where you stand."

"Yes," Utgarda sneered right back at him, "perhaps. But I shall take a great deal of solace with the knowledge that you will die with me." He placed the tip of the spear gently on Loki's neck, and prepared himself to sever Loki's head cleanly, "goodbye."

But then the spear began to glow red hot. Utgardaloki let it go with a muffled yell. The spear stayed stationary for a moment, hovering above Loki's neck before shooting into the waiting hand of somebody else.

"Nobody hurts my dad without my permission," the voice was horribly distorted, but even the barely conscious Loki knew it.

Get up, Marine.

With difficulty, he rolled onto his side and then onto his elbows. Blood gurgled from his wounds and trickled down his face and arms, "Sophia?" The Jotun warriors were frozen solid around them, trapped in their own ice.

"What are you going to do to me, pathetic human child?" Utgarda sneered.

Her eyes were golden, and she was surrounded by an aura of smoke, "pathetic?" she repeated, rolling the word around in her mouth as if it were new to her, "am I really pathetic? You, who could not mold the power with all your might as a sorcerer call the most powerful being in the universe pathetic? You are pathetic, Utgardaloki, and you always will be."

"I am a god!"

"You are nothing," Sophia held up her hand, "you are naught but a grain of sand, a speck of dust. You are not even a twinkle in the night sky or a light in the storm."

"Sophia, concentrate," he croaked, "You can control it."

"I am the one true god!"

Sophia sneered, "Alas, even gods perish, lost with time, dead. Only words tell of their greatness, buried in dust or consumed in flame. As the sun must set on yonder world, a new sun must rise. The son of the father must also rise," she glanced at Thor for a moment, then back at Utgardaloki, "it is time for you to set."

She did not even have to wave a hand and Utgardaloki's molecules unraveled; separating from him in a fog, a mix of colored gasses, "Nooo!" he unraveled into the air around them. It was over.

Loki dragged himself bleeding across the ground towards her, "It's done now, Soph, its over. Let it go."

She looked down at him, "how?" her eyes burned through him, "I bring life."

With a gasp, Bella blinked herself awake and pulled herself out of the pool of blood. She began to move forward, but with a protective hand from Loki, she stopped.

"Stay away," he ordered all of them, "Sophie, it's over, we won. Let it go," he continued to pull himself towards her, "you can't control life and death like this. It is wrong."

"So?" she asked him, "I can see everything, I can control everything. And why should I not?" she jammed her eyes shut, "it hurts, but it is wonderful."

"Sophia, you must let go now. If you wait any longer, you will die."

"But I cannot."

Loki smiled gently, "let me help you," he brought himself up to his knees and hugged the little girl who had called him 'dad' just a few moments ago, "let go of the power, Sophia, and survive."