Chapter Forty Two
Funny, isn't it? How this story is? I should have expected something like this, from the minute I stepped into the Tardis. And despite all I went through, I wouldn't change anything for a second.
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I was kind of surprised that I didn't explode. Because that's what happens in space, your body freezes, it builds up, and it explodes. And not necessarily in that order. Maybe my bracelet was protecting me. Maybe Loki had an Asgardian bubble of magic around him. Something like that.
But we floated off, down to where Jotunheim was lost. And then we met the Chitauri. Assholes.
Loki and I fought them. Loki had lost his staff, so he used his magic, while I used my stick. It was the weapon that Thor and Loki had trained me with, a stick taller than me, that I would twirl and swing around. It's actually really handy. You can knock people down, sweep their feet out from under them, and look awesome.
And it wasn't as regretting as a samurai sword.
But there was too many of them. And we lost.
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The Chitauri quickly discovered who Loki was, and then we were doomed. Because the Chitauri leader had a plan.
I should have seen it coming. After all, I knew what happened next. The Chitauri torture Loki, and then make him try to take over Earth, only to be stopped by the Avengers.
What I should have caught was Loki's motivation. I always thought that it was for his own life: that the Chitauri were threatening him, telling him that they'd torture and kill him if he didn't obey their wishes.
However, it wasn't Loki's life that they threatened. It was mine.