(Originally published in "The Many Adventures of the Avengers and Friends")
"No, no, you're missing the point. There is no throne. There is no version of this where you come out on top." - Tony Stark, "The Avengers"
Or is there?
Multiverses have the...
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"How long have we been stuck in here?" Olivia asked, sitting in the corner of a cell with her arms folded.
"Well, for Midgard, it's been freed for about three years." Loki answered. Olivia blew out of pursed lips and rolled her eyes.
"It still baffles me how we lost. Bad luck? That's what it had to be." She muttered. Loki looked over at his wife with a sympathetic look. She fidgeted with the magic inhibitors on her wrists. Her magic wasn't gone completely, she could still do small things. She just couldn't teleport, conjure specific objects, or do anything harmful.
Really, all the fun was taken out of it.
Olivia summoned a little green ball of light no bigger than an orange and began to toss it back and forth between her hands. After a minute or two, she sighed and made the light disappear.
"This is stupid." She said aloud, leaning back against the wall.
"You've just now realized this?" Loki asked sarcastically.
"The people of Midgard running free with no sense of direction."
"And?"
"And I miss our kingdom. Then it just had to be ripped away, didn't it? Everything was perfect. Then those stupid little Avengers had to ruin it." Olivia continued to gripe at her circumstances.
"Why don't you take it back?" A new voice whispered from outside the cell.
"Who said that?" Loki asked, cautious.
"I did." A hooded figure said, standing in front of the cell with a knife in hand.l next to another hooded figure.
"The guards-" Olivia started.
"Have been taken care of. I just need to input the code to let you out." The second figure said, the voice sounding slightly... metalic.
"Who are you and why are you helping us?"
"My name is Proxima Midnight, Daughter of Thanos and this is my sister Nebula. We were sent by our father to retrive you and bring you both back to our base. We do not have much time, else the alarms will be raised."
"Well, get on with it." Loki snapped. Nebula walked carefully over to the control pad and pressed a few buttons. The golden barrier melted away, allowing Loki and Olivia to step outside. Nebula kept a watch at the mouth of the hall.
"Your wrists." Proxima said, gesturing. Olivia held hers out first, Proxima using her knife to carefully break the inhibitors, allowing them to fall to the ground. As Proxima worked on Loki's, Olivia glared at the inhibitors, before stepping on them causing them to crack and break underfoot. Once Loki was free, the three of them carefully crept into a corner.
