Loki felt like his entire body was in pieces, and the pain was so unbearable he almost passed out. But he knew he didn't have much time, so with the few seconds he had, he looked up at his brother and muttered one word. A word he hadn't said truly t...
Sorry I was a little later than normal on updating I was making a snail for a Valentine's Day project for my Early Childhood class
Here's a picture because I spent like 2 hours (because it's made of cardboard that I glued colored paper on and that took fucking forever) on it and I fucking love it
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In other news this is the last complete chapter I've written for this fic so I have to get writing again so I can get a few weeks ahead lol
Anyways, I really like this chapter a LOT
Hope you enjoy :)
The soft breeze blew on his face. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the temperature was comfortable. If it wasn't for the destruction that lay across the city, Bruce would have been able to enjoy it.
He didn't know why he tortured himself with this, staring at piles of rubble that once were buildings. Calculating how many people must have been in there. How many still remain. He could've just turned on the news. But looking at it through a screen is different than using your own eyes. It reminds you of your mortality. How much of a tragedy an event was. Bruce had seen many tragedies in his life, but none where he could say he fought.
He was a doctor, for Christ's sake. Not a goddamn soldier. Or at least, he was. Now the lines have blurred. Was he a soldier or more of a ruthless animal? He didn't know.
All he knew was that thousands were injured, and the number of dead was growing. Some people would walk away with this with some minor cuts and bruises, while others wouldn't walk away at all. There were countless articles depicting stories from the victims and how some had lost everything: their home, loved ones, workplace, pets, even their hope.
For now, the people didn't have much information on who the attacker was, just that they were aliens and some guy was leading them, that guy being Loki. At some point, they would have to make a statement about Loki and get the god a pardon. If the public finds out before then, they'll eat them alive. Shit, Bruce hadn't even thought about the legal implications of all of this. Fury's probably dealing with all that, though. Or at least he hoped, or else a bunch of government agents will come crashing down their door and arrest all of them for harboring a fugitive.
He threw away those thoughts from his mind and focused on the sky, which was bright and full of clouds.
"I'll give Midgard one thing. It does have beautiful skies," a voice said from behind him.
Bruce quickly turned around to see Loki sitting in one of the chairs.
"What are you doing here? Where's Thor?" he asked.
