Avenger's God: A Percy Jackson Story

Chapter 4: Battle of New York; Part 1

3rd Person P.O.V.

Avengers Tower

As the city around him began to fall apart, Loki was busy awaiting for the so-called "Avengers" to show up. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, waiting for the tell tale sign of either footsteps, propulsors, or the irritating lightning that his buffoon of a brother wields so effortlessly.

The last person he expected to show up first, which, in hindsight, he really should have expected, was Perseus Lykaios himself.

Perseus had flashed himself into the room, clad in his godly armor looking more divine then Loki himself, his spear at the ready that shone with barely restrained power.

"So the prodigal Son of Poseidon graces me with his divine presence once more! Is this where you begin to monologue about how great the Greco-Roman pantheon is? Will you begin to rant like your egotistical King does?" Loki drawls, uncrossing his arms and twirling the Scepter of Doom and Destruction casually.

"I was actually here to threaten you." the god replied dryly, reaching over the counter and pouring himself a glass of bourbon. "It would have been Tony but I convinced him to let me have a go at you first."

"You pissed off a lot of people in the past forty eight hours, Loki. Unlike the others of this world, I know better." Loki stiffened for a half a second before donning an oily smirk. Perseus smiled sardonically, taking a sip and humming at the oddly dull taste.

"I grew up with the sons of Hermes, Loki. You are out of your field here in the art of trickery. Hand over the scepter, stop the invasion, and I can offer refuge."

Loki opened his mouth, a dry quip no doubt resting on the top of his tongue, but whatever he was about to say was stopped when he realized that there was a celestial bronze spear tip being held right at his throat, or what looked like celestial bronze. Getting his throat slit wouldn't kill him, but it would definitely render him unresponsive for a day or two

Loki grinned, "Ah you have it all figured out, don't you? You know all about how the Mad Titan, hm? What exactly do you plan on doing to stop him?"

The son of Poseidon was about to reply but Loki had to insert one last remark. "Please don't fucking say together. I get enough of that talk from my brother."

"You're in luck Lucy. I was actually going to suggest killing him, obliterating his army, and then cooking his flayed corpse over the River Phlegethon. Of course, I could always extort his daughter, but I don't roll that way. If I was a few millennia older, I probably would have kidnapped his daughter." Perseus took a final sip of the bourbon and threw the glass over his shoulder.

"So are we going to fight? Or are you going to stand down like a good Asgardian?" the god rolled his shoulders, eager to get the fight started.

Loki's choice was confirmed when the God of Mischief swung the scepter around, catching the hilt of the spear with the shaft and leaping backwards out of range.

"So be it." Perseus intoned, leaping backwards as the God of Mischief struck with twin daggers that he had summoned. A deadly dance of blades and punches followed as the two gods fought.

But for all of Loki's finesse and magic power, the immortal Son of Poseidon was far too skilled for him. It seemed every hit he scored on Percy, he was punished twofold.

The minutes flew by as the two gods continued to battle it out, their power bubbling underneath their skin, waiting to be unleashed upon their enemies. Perseus's spear was like an extension of his own arm. It was masterfully graceful in his hands as he fought the Asgardian. 

To the gods that were spectating, they couldn't help but glance between Poseidon and Percy, noticing the almost carbon copy fighting style between the two, with Perseus also incorporating his own style as well . The god's strikes were measured and no action was frivolous or wasted. After a few more minutes of the deadly back and forth, Percy attempted diplomacy once more.

"You want to be King?" he asks rhetorically, slicing Loki's right arm with surgical precision. The cut knocked Loki slightly off balance, which Perseus capitalized on by ramming him with his shoulder. The God of Mischief stumbles backwards out of reach, "What would you be King of if this invasion succeeds Loki?! You'd be King of Rubble and Ash!"

Percy leveled his trident at Loki's throat. "Yield. You are not powerful enough to beat me." Loki smiled darkly as a loud roar emanated from somewhere in the city.

"But are your friends powerful enough to beat that?" He asks, gesturing his non-injured arm hand towards the window where a giant space worm flew by. The building shook under the roar it released, making Perseus frown at the situation.

When he turned back to face the Norse God, he had vanished like the coward he was. He felt a presence behind him and without looking, he spoke. "Athena" he greeted to the wisdom goddess. 

"Don't tell me you're tired already" said goddess teased "That would be very disappointing to hear that the great Hero of Olympus was getting tired from fighting Loki of all immortals"

"I find your lack of faith disturbing Athena. It will take more than a discounted Hermes to keep me down" Perseus quipped back and Athena chuckled at the silent insult. "Where exactly are we in terms of the plan? Because there is no way I am trusting my back with the Avengers horribly not thought out ideas"

"Ares is having the time of his life, me? Well everything is going easy" Athena said with a grin. 

Perseus nodded back and immediately flashed down to ground level. Almost the second his body reformed, an electric spear inserted itself into his gut and he couldn't help but grin. 

"Perseus!" a male shouted in shock and horror. 

He raised an eyebrow at the surrounding Chitauri, seriously questioning their intelligence at attacking a god. "Well that sealed your fates" he said with a sigh knowing that Atropos was going to have the time of her life cutting their strings. Waving his hands as if he was dismissing them, the air rippled with power as nearby Chitauri's bodies began to shrivel up and die, as if they were being aged up a hundred years or so while their blood boiled. 

He didn't spare them a glance as he turned to the rest of the Avengers. "Since when can you do that?" Natasha all but demanded out of the god at the display of power. She wasn't liking the threat level the man was showing. 

"Since two years ago, you're welcome by the way" Perseus answered dryly , pulling out the spear lodged in his stomach with ease, the wound healing immediately with the water coalesced around the wound. 

"Highly advanced regeneration, extreme control control and authority over the forces of nature, geokinesis especially, an odd diminishing of my taste buds when it comes to mortal food and drinks, and devilishly good looks" Perseus began to list as we walks towards them even though that wasn't even a proper list of abilities of what he could do, waving his hands nonchalantly at the aliens, their bodies being engulfed by fire and earth. "It is surprising what happens when one achieves immortality"

The heroes exchanged glances with one another at his claim of being immortal, still not believing he was a god. 

"I hope you don't expect me to bow, I'm not sure if I could stand back up if I do" Clint said slowly as if he was addressing a rabid animal ready to pounce on any moment. 

"If you piss me off like you did at the Helicarrier, then yes I do" Perseus staring at him to show that he was serious. He did not tolerate insubordination nor jokes on the battle field. It is either kill or be killed. 

"Now that is just unfair" Tony said crossing his arms over his chest with a petulant look. 

Perseus merely looked at them all in annoyance. Here he was making alien's age like no tomorrow, yet the Avengers were just staring at him, expecting him to do all the work. "Are you going to help or are we going to sing Dixie all day long?"