Still Ivy. I'll hand it over to Miranda again soon, don't worry. You're probably all getting tired of my scratchy voice.
I might have stayed in Stark Tower through out the whole battle if it wasn't for Loki and Thor.
I could hear him from inside when he arrived.
"Loki! Turn off the Tesseract or I'll destroy it."
"There's no stopping it! There is only the war!" yelled Loki.
You know, on one hand, I've always felt sorry for Loki. I think nearly anyone with siblings has felt like he does, at least at some point. Like the other sibling is overshadowing them, like they're not as special, like their parents love the other one more.
Those of you with siblings out there, ever felt like that? If you say you haven't, you're either very fortunate or you're lying.
On the other hand, I've always wanted to yell at Loki and tell him that his family clearly cares about him and that if he just stopped feeling sorry for himself, he'd see that.
I think everyone probably feels like the way he does, once in a while. Like someone else is better than them or more loved. But most people don't try to take a planet because of it. Granted, most people don't have that as an option, but you know what I'm getting at, right?
I would have stayed and watched the fight if Loki hadn't noticed me. He threw one of his little knives in my direction. I tried to dodge, but it hit me in the arm. I stifled my yell of pain and yanked it out, pressing a hand against the injury to apply pressure. Loki took off toward me.
I prepared to throw his knife back at him, but he was a lot quicker than I was and knocked it out of my hands.
I'd had just about enough of him.
I stomped down on his kneecap. It probably didn't do much damage, but it did make him lose his balance slightly. I slammed my fist up into his jaw, then brought my other fist down on his nose.
A human nose probably would have snapped with the amount of power I put into that strike. His did not, but judging from his reaction, he probably didn't enjoy it much.
I ran.
I've already said I'm not fast.
As it turns out, being afraid that an angry alien will catch up and kill you is great motivation to improve your speed. Too bad I didn't have that to help me train for speed while running, it would have been an amazing help.
I ran out along the ledge. Loki was just behind me, Thor behind him.
Thor pulled back an arm to throw his hammer.
Loki must have seen it too, because suddenly he put on a burst of speed and shoved me over the side.