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C117 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2022-10-08 08:53:38 +0000 UTCLeaving their table and walking back out the door to the parking lot, Peter and Tony arrive outside just in time to see Thor punching the side of the metal dumpster, trash from his earlier accident still littered the ground at his feet.
*Bang bang bang bang...*
As the sounds of metal banging filled the area, those that were passing by on the sidewalk gawked and kept their distance from the crazy blonde maniac.
“Bad day?” Tony asks as he and Peter stood a few feet behind Thor.
“...” Thor stops hitting the dumpster, which was dented by this point, and turned to give a sidelong glare toward Tony.
That glare disappeared and was replaced with a sad and longing look as Thor saw Peter standing beside him with Mjølnir hanging from his hip.
Taking a closer look, Peter could see the knuckles on both of Thor’s hands were bruised, cut open, and dripping blood. The pain was probably unbearable for his new mortal body, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.
“Good to see you again, Thor.” Peter says as he shoots a net-like web to the garbage that was all over the floor and tosses it into the dented dumpster, saving Thor the trouble of having to clean it all up.
“You as well, Man-Spider.” Thor says with a nod as he turns to Tony. “Do you know this mortal?”
“Mortal? Why does that sound like a slur?” Tony felt offended by that word as he turns to Peter for answers.
“I told you already. Thor has a bit of a god complex. I’m guessing his whole family does as well. To him, we are all just mortal ants that live below the heavens.” Peter explains as if this were a cultivation novel. “In actuality, he’s just from an overpowered alien race.”
Tony wasn’t the only one that heard this, as Thor’s ears perked up upon listening in.
“I don’t know what an alien is, but we don’t consider ourselves gods. Only you mortals thought of us in such ways.” Thor says with a shrug.
“Then why call us mortals in the first place?” Tony asked with a questioning look.
“Well, because of your mortality. My people can live for countless millennia.” Thor explained matter of factly.
“But you can still die, right?” Peter cuts in and asks. “Because that’s what mortality means. Being subject to an inevitable death. Only gods can’t die after all.”
“...”
Upon hearing this, Thor didn’t know how to reply or argue and started to realize something.
He did, in fact, have a god complex.
‘I’m not a god...’ Thor thought as he looked between Tony and Peter before speaking. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have called you that. Forgive me.”
As soon as Thor uttered these words, Peter felt a jolt from the hammer hanging on his hip. Just as it did in the interrogation room yesterday, Mjølnir glowed slightly but soon dimmed, reacting to Thor once again.
Though nobody seemed to notice but him.
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-Jotunheim-
An apprehensive-looking Loki, King of Asgard, walks alone across the barren icy terrain, making his way toward a temple that was mostly rubble by this point.
Darkness shrouds the ruined temple except for the shafts of light that shoot their way in through the crumbling ceiling. As Loki walks inside, Frost Giant guards surround him on all sides with weapons ready.
Laufey approaches shortly behind his guards with a bloodthirsty smirk, towering over Loki menacingly.
“Tell me why I shouldn't kill you where you stand?” Laufey asks.
“I've come alone and unarmed.” Loki says as he raises his arms, showing that he means no harm.
“To what end?” Laufey keeps up the questions.
“To make you another proposition.” Loki says with a winning smile.
“So you're the one who let us into Asgard.” Laufey mutters as realization dawns on him.
“You're welcome.” Loki lowers his arms as the surrounding Frost Giants lower their weapons, becoming less hostile toward him by the second.
This was a lie though.
Loki may be a manipulative piece of sh*t, but he wasn’t involved with the attempt robbery on that day. He even mistook the Casket of Ancient Winter for the legendary Tesseract.
Ever since he took charge of Asgard as King, Loki and his mother, Frigga, have been working hard to find out how the jotuns got into Asgard during Thor’s crowning ceremony.
After some digging, the mother and son duo found that one of the palaces Vanir Sorcerers, who happened to be skilled in the art of magic, allowed them entry in exchange for a few artifacts that the Frost Giants had on hand.
Vanir are those in Asgard that are born with the innate ability to wield magic.
There are two races that dominate Asgard and the Vanir happens to be one of them.
The Aesir are the other half.
Where the Vanir are more suitable towards magic, the Aesir are natural-born warriors. A low to mid-level Aesir has the capability to match Captain America in strength.
Of course, this all hinges on them actually working hard and building up toward that amount of power.
-Let’s get back on track-
After finding the man that helped the Jotuns get in, Frigga and Loki used their magical abilities and a bit of torture to get all the information they needed.
And while his mother was using this information to fix the holes in Asgard’s defenses, Loki snuck off to speak to the Jotuns without her knowledge.
“My men are dead and I have no Casket... You are a deceiver!” Laufey lashes out, grabbing him around the throat, but Loki calmly stands his ground.
“You have no idea what I am.” Loki says as his skin begins to turn blue.
The blueness spreads across his face, as Laufey and the guards stare in shock.
“Hello, Father.” Loki says with a grin.
Loki has known about his status as an adopted child for a while now. Frigga, being the caring mother that she is, knew that Loki was a smart boy and would find out sooner or later.
Knowing this, she pleaded with her husband to sit Loki down and explain things together, but Odin was a stubborn man that didn’t see the need to do such a thing.
In his eyes, Loki was his son. Adopted or not it didn’t matter, which is why he thought that telling him would be useless and possibly cause pointless drama.
Seeing that her husband didn’t understand, Frigga spent a day with a much younger Loki and explained everything, sneakily going against her husband and king's wishes.
Upon seeings this, Laufey releases Loki with a look of complete and utter surprise on his face. Stepping back a few steps from his biological father's rather huge form, Loki fixes his clothes as his body turns back to normal.
Intrigued, Laufey sizes up his newfound son.
“Ah, the bastard son. It’s all coming back to me now. I thought Odin had killed you. That's what I would have done... He's as weak as you are.” Laufey scowls in disgust.
“I’m no longer weak. I now rule Asgard, until Odin awakens. Perhaps you should not have so carelessly abandoned me.” Loki says with a look of contempt.
“Or perhaps it was the wisest choice I've ever made...” Laufey says as he pauses for a moment. “I will hear what you have to offer.”
“Good, now we’re getting somewhere.” Loki says with an overly dramatic sigh. “I will conceal you and a handful of your soldiers, lead you into my ‘fathers’ chambers, and let you slay him where he sleeps. The throne will be mine, and you will have the Casket.”
Laufey studies his long lost son's face, looking for any sort of deception but found none. Too bad he didn’t know who he was dealing with exactly.
Loki could convince mathematicians that one plus one equals three and they’d eat it up with smiles on their faces.
“Why would you do this?” Laufey asks with a raised eyebrow.
“When all is said and done, we will have a permanent peace between our two worlds. Then I, the bastard son, will have accomplished what Odin and Thor never could.” Loki says with a trademark evil smirk.
Silence filled the run-down temple before Laufey started to chuckle in a low rumble.
“This is a great day for Jotunheim. Asgard is finally ours.” Laufey proclaims.
“No. Asgard is mine.” Loki corrects before the Jotuns could get too far ahead of themselves. “The rest of the Nine Realms will be yours, as long as you do as you're told.”
Laufey stops laughing as the joyous atmosphere melts away. The king of Jotunheim considers Loki’s words for a moment before opening his mouth once again.
“I accept.”
A/N: 1469 words :)
