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At last, some action.
Part Three
The Avenger's had one major advantage over the Aesir that had been sent after Loki, this was their planet. They knew how things worked; how to use the available resources to their advantage. The Aesir on the other hand, most of which had not been to Midgard since the age of the Vikings and whom thought throwing breakable dishes on the ground was acceptable behavior, did not.
Which is not to say that finding their long time enemy was easy for the team of superheroes. It wasn't, the sorcerer had hidden himself well. It just meant that their opponents in this venture were on the other side of the globe when they did manage to do it.
How we will not go into as it would involve pages of techno-babble that we're sure you are not especially interested in. It is boring and doesn't really make sense unless you are a member of a very small percentage of people on the planet, like rocket scientists. Suffice it to say, it was a joint effort combining some extremely advanced technology and the aid a several magic users.
Of course, nothing involving Loki was ever that easy. Tony cursed, heart hammering in his chest as he looked at the furrow in the sidewalk, the incinerated tree, and the large hole in the building behind said tree. He swallowed hard before turning his gaze back to the Norse god, that had been far too close.
Maybe, Iron Man considered, just maybe they should have given this endeavor a little more thought. Baby or no baby, the other was still one of, if not the most dangerous man he had ever met. Though, could the sorcerer still be considered a man? Tony put that thought aside for consideration some other day. He had more pressing concerns at the moment.
"Stop this Loki," Captain America called, shoving a piece of rubble aside and climbing back to his feet. Intelligent blue eyes scanned the field; the blond letting out a silent sigh of relief as he realized his teammates were still all in one piece. "We don't want to fight you; we came to help."
"Liar!" the black-haired man snarled, green fire dancing not only over his fingertips, but around his entire body. A sweep of his hand knocked Natasha off her feet, slamming the woman into a wall with enough force to send the air whooshing out of her lungs. It was lucky she didn't break a rib.
The Avengers had seen Loki angry before. They had seen him amused. On rarer occasions, they had even seen him truly happy. Likewise for being sad (well, more like depressed), and the rouge prince could do cold disdain with the best of them. This though, this was new.
His emerald eyes shown with the barest hints of madness, fueled by desperation and rage. Pale lips pulled back in a feral snarl to better display his pointed canine teeth, and revealing more than a passing resemblance to his son Fenrir. The god's entire body was shaking. Power flared, the fires Loki had called burning ever brighter. Ever hotter.
It was a look Clint had seen on other opponents, in other places far darker than this seemingly quiet neighborhood. If you want to stop me, Loki's expression screamed. You're going to have to kill me. Before I kill you. The archer's grip on his bow tightened, the realization that if something didn't change it may well come to that creeping into his mind. But how to get the other to calm down?
That is when the clatter of a metal object against asphalt sounded over the impromptu battlefield, attracting the attention of all present. It was the sound of Captain America's shield hitting the ground.
Eye of the Beholder
Ooh, cliffie. Don't worry, I wouldn't really hurt Cap.
Laughs diabolically, or would I?