Tony: I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it! Loki: My brother's turned into

Loki scrambled to his feet from the rubble, his antler helmet, a symbol of glory, askew to one side, his once-black hair now disheveled and plastered to his forehead.

pain.

It's not just physical pain, but the excruciating pain of having one's dignity trampled upon.

"mortal……"

Loki lowered his head, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, trembling with a chilling coldness.

"You... lowly ants!"

hum!

With his roar, deep within his green eyes, the magic of the frost giant and the divine power of Asgard surged simultaneously.

He straightened up and slammed the scepter of the mind heavily on the ground.

In an instant, dozens of identical Lokis appeared out of thin air, densely occupying the entire square.

Each Loki raised his scepter, its tip gleaming with a dangerous, eerie blue light.

All the staffs were pointed at the Stars and Stripes veteran holding the shield.

"Since you enjoy playing with fire, then I'll burn you to ashes!"

Dozens of energy beams shot out simultaneously, blocking all of Steve's space to dodge.

However, at that moment...

The whistling sound that had been circling in the sky suddenly drew closer, and the sound of the sonic boom cloud exploding was deafening.

"Jarvis, although I really want to swallow this guy whole in black hole form, if I accidentally swallow a passerby, I'll definitely be on the front page."

In mid-air, a streak of light plummeted downwards.

"Try this, I just learned it, it's still fresh."

Tony didn't slow down; instead, he turned all the thrusters up to full power.

He raised his right hand, but the familiar palm repulsion cannon light did not appear.

Instead, a high-density energy ball spun wildly.

The chakra and the energy of the arc reactor blended perfectly, forming an extremely unstable energy vortex under Jarvis's micro-management.

"Stark Special Edition, Palm Rasengan!"

boom!!!

Tony crashed into the center of the battlefield like a meteorite.

There are no sophisticated fighting techniques involved; it's simply a violent outburst of speed and energy.

The Rasengan, spinning rapidly in his palm, unleashed astonishing destructive power the moment it touched the ground.

The swirling air currents sliced ​​through everything around them like sharp blades, followed by a terrifying shockwave from the explosion.

Before the dozens of Loki phantoms could even react, they were torn to shreds in the violent energy storm, turning into green specks of light and dissipating.

"puff!"

Loki, whose true form was hidden behind the statue, felt a tightness in his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Tony knelt on one knee, maintaining a cool landing posture.

The black and white symbiote armor slowly contracted, revealing Tony's mocking smile.

"This is what they call a god?" He tilted his head, his voice, processed by a voice changer, carrying a metallic, mocking quality.

"Jarvis, scan his divine essence and see if it was bought for 9.9 yuan with free shipping."

"Stark..."

Captain America put away his shield, looked at the mess in front of him, and sighed helplessly.

"You're late, and you almost blew me up too."

"Relax, popsicle."

Tony shrugged, and the blue vortex in his palm condensed again. "I've calculated the range; it's just enough to trim your bangs."

In the distance, Loki shakily steadied himself.

He is the God of Tricks! He is the future King of the Nine Realms!

How could he possibly be defeated by two mortals in a row?

"I will... tear you all to pieces!"

Loki roared, but he did not choose to exchange magical blows.

That moment made him realize that the energy level of the tin man in front of him was ridiculously high.

Melee!

As long as the Mind Scepter touches his chest, as long as the Tin Man is controlled, the situation can be reversed!

Loki vanished from his spot, the Asgardian's explosive speed turning him into a blur.

"Too slow."

Tony didn't even use the armor's thrusters.

Just a second before Loki's scepter tip was about to touch Tony's chest reactor.

Ding!

A clear, resounding sound, like the striking of a bell.

Tony simply raised his left hand casually.

The black and white armor arm guards were covered with a layer of pitch-black substance.

Armament Haki: Harden!

The scepter of the mind, capable of controlling hearts, touched that dark arm.

It was like a toothpick poking into a steel plate, not even a spark flew.

"What?!"

Loki's pupils contracted violently.

The Scepter of the Mind... has stopped working?

How is that possible?

Why can't we penetrate this black substance?

"Looks like your toothpick is a bit dull, baby reindeer."

Tony sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes beneath his mask.

The next second, the fist covered in Armament Haki slammed into Loki's face without any regard for reason.

Bang!

Loki felt his nose bridge break into three pieces, and he was sent flying backward.

Before he could even struggle to his feet, a heavy metal combat boot had already stepped on his chest.

"cough……"

Loki tried to resist, but to no avail.

Tony looked down at the god below him, the repulsion cannon in his palm glowing slightly as he aimed it at Loki's head.

"What a weak god."

Loki lay in the ruins, gazing up at the black and white steel monster and the burly man with the Stars and Stripes holding a shield beside him.

And there was that hovering fighter jet in the sky, its dark cannon pointed directly at him.

anger.

humiliation.

unwilling.

A torrent of emotions exploded in Loki's chest, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

but……

Reason pulled him back at the last moment.

His plan was to infiltrate the space carrier, lure out the volatile Hulk, and use the Tesseract to open a portal.

If you reveal all your cards in a place like this, then your true ambition for imperial power becomes a joke.

endure.

We must endure it.

Loki took a deep breath, and his previously grotesque and distorted face returned to calm in a mere second.

He even managed to force out that enigmatic smile.

He loosened his grip on the scepter and slowly raised it above his head.

"I... surrender."

The once magnificent divine armor faded away, revealing a badly tattered black suit.

Loki lay on the ground, looking at Tony with a meaningful provocation in his eyes.

"Tch, you're already kneeling?"

Tony withdrew his foot somewhat disappointedly, and the black aura on his armor dissipated.

"You collapsed before I even exerted any effort?"

"Watch out, Stark."

Captain America walked over, picked up the Mind Scepter from the ground, and looked warily at Loki, who showed no sign of resistance. "This guy isn't that simple."

"Simple? I think he's a joke."

Tony curled his lip in disdain. "I think he's just an immature kid who ran away from home to get the adults' attention."

Loki's eye twitched slightly, but he maintained his elegant smile.

Just you wait, mortals.

When I reach that ship, when my army descends...

……

Half an hour later.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet cut through the clouds and landed steadily on the deck of the Helicopter amidst turbulence.

Loki, his hands bound by specially made handcuffs, was escorted off the fighter jet by a group of agents who were on high alert.

"Welcome to the mobile prison, Your Highness."

Tony took off his helmet, revealing his cynical face, and walked away mocking everyone.

"The food here isn't as good as in Asgard, but since you're a prisoner, don't be picky."

Loki ignored Tony's trash talk.

He was observing.

He is searching.

According to his script, his muscle-bound idiot brother Thor should have descended from the sky at this point and hijacked the fighter jet.

Then, during a thunderstorm, they staged a scene of deep brotherly affection.

But even now, the surroundings are eerily quiet.

There wasn't even a bird, let alone thunder or lightning.

"What? Looking for someone?"

Natasha saw through Loki's thoughts; she crossed her arms and gave him a playful look.

"If you're looking for your brother with the hammer, I think you'll see him soon."

What does that mean?

A sense of foreboding rose in Loki's heart.

Just then, the airtight door to the command center opened.

Loki was escorted inside.

What came into view was neither a serious and tense command center, nor a formation of soldiers armed with guns.

Instead, it smelled like... sunflower seeds?

In the very center of the hall, the one-eyed bureau chief stood to one side with a dark expression.

Beside Fury, a familiar figure held a teacup in his hand, and the table in front of him was piled with sunflower seed shells.

At the man's feet was a corgi dressed as Thor.

"Woof!"

Loki froze.

Even if he turned into a dog, he wouldn't mistake that look in his eyes.

Thor?!

That idiot actually turned into a dog?!

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for him.

Loki's gaze slowly moved upwards, fixing fixedly on the Asian man who was eating sunflower seeds.

Li Ang.

The owner of that gashapon shop.

"Oh, the Second Princess is here?"

Li Ang raised his hand with a smile, as if greeting an old acquaintance.

"Perfect timing! The tea is freshly brewed. Would you like a cup? I'll waive the charge this time."

Click.

Loki's specially made handcuffs were so tightly pressed that they left fingerprints.

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!

No wonder the soldier with the shield could breathe fire, and no wonder the tin man could block the Mind Scepter with his hand!

It's all because of this guy! That damn mysterious shop owner!

Loki's eyes turned sinister, and a surge of anger at being tricked welled up inside him.

But he quickly suppressed his anger.

That's great that he's there.

I was initially worried that I wouldn't be able to find this variable.

Since you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep, and right here among a ship full of superheroes...

Loki's gaze swept over everyone present: Thor, who had turned into a dog; Captain America and Iron Man, who possessed strange powers; and the one-eyed man wielding a green frying pan.

This is a trap, but also an opportunity.

Loki lowered his head, concealing the fleeting red light in his eyes.

"Li Ang, right..."

"Do you think giving these mortals a little power will stop me?"

"For this grand performance, I've... found quite a group of amazing audience members."

Loki looked up, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Long time no see, manager."

"I wonder if your shop sells 'regret pills'?"