𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

40) Sacrifices

Loki sighed. These daggers weren't doing him any good. Besides, Old Loki survived by using magic. He could do the same.

He had multiple cuts along his arms from where Mordo had barely hit him, surprisingly the Midgardian was fast. Faster than he realized and faster than Thor. Thor kept shooting lighting and hitting the ground with his hammer, allowing Loki to avoid it.

"You guys are really starting to get annoying." Loki said with a grunt.

He shot a blast of green magic at Thor, moving him back a few inches but over all not doing much. Mordo ran at him and he teleported behind him, summoning his dagger and aiming to stab him in the back.

Classic Loki.

Unfortunately, Mordo must've guessed he would do that, and he slid himself forwards, turning around and ramming Loki through the stomach with his own sword.

Loki froze on the impact, looking down at the sword that was now sticking out of his back.

"Well that hurt." He gave an annoyed look to Mordo.

Mordo glared at him, pulling the sword back out and causing blood to gush from Loki's wound. Loki stumbled a bit, his vision growing hazy. The feeling of dying didn't help when one of Thor's lightning blasts finally landed a hit, sending Loki flying backwards. He hit a wall and slid down.

His hand was on his stomach, doing a terrible job at keeping the blood from pouring out.

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Wanda had flown down next to her brother. Why did it have to be him? She wanted to save him. She could have saved him!

Maybe if she hadn't attacked Jean, the past version of herself would be happy. It was always her fault.

Her attention was drawn away from Pietro as an even worse feeling shot through her mind. Her eyes widened and she flew herself towards the distress call.

From in the air, she saw Loki and Strange defeated, Strange knocked out with a lot of blood on his face, and Loki about to pass out with a lot of blood on his stomach.

Their attackers were Mordo, Wanda guessed, and a god she used to be on a team with; Thor.

She flew herself down, landing on the ground harshly and sending a ripple of red magic through the cracks in the ground. She faced the opposers, the image of Loki and Strange in pain filling her mind.

Mordo went to strike her first, his sword overhead. Wanda barely moved in her motion to fight back.

Her arms twirled, fingers curling as red magic shot towards him, taking over his motions and forcing him to behead himself.

Thor gave an audible gasp, shouting what he must've thought was offensive: "How could you, witch!?"

Mordo's head hit the ground, his body following shortly after. Thor rasied his hammer and shot a heavy blast of lightning at her.

Wanda raised her hands and a red shield caught the blast, turning the lighting into butterflies that happily flew away. Her eyes were glowing red and Thor charged at her.

She tilted her head, not moving.

Her fingers were spread out, red magic flowing around and between them. She stared down Thor as he ran closer.

His legs began growing a clear blue color, and his running slowed. Instead he began sliding along the pathway. The blue color trailed up his legs, going onto his stomach, to his chest and arms.

"It's so.. cold!" Thor exclaimed, attempting to move but unable to as the blue made it's way up to his neck, then covered his head.

He should be cold. He was now an ice sculpture. One that was standing out in the sun. Wanda closed her fist and the sunlight got the best of the man, melting him into nothing but a puddle.