Father's Daughter

2.06

CHAPTER SIX

Thor and Loki strode down the wide plaza lined with pillars, their footsteps echoing off the stone. Loki, as ever, couldn't resist filling the silence.

"This is so unlike you, brother," Loki remarked, his voice laced with amusement. "So clandestine. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch your way out?"

Thor shot him a glare, his patience already wearing thin. "If you keep speaking, I just might."

Loki's smirk only widened. "Fine. As you wish. I'm not even here."

And with a flicker of his magic, Loki transformed into an Einherjar guard, his armor gleaming in the dim light of Asgard's halls.

"Is this better?" he asked, voice now altered to match the form.

Thor merely grunted, unimpressed. "Better company at least."

Still, Loki wasn't one to let silence last long. A shimmer of light danced over him, and he returned to his usual self, but not for long. He gave his brother a considering glance before transforming Thor into Sif, much to his own delight.

"Mmm, brother, you look ravishing."

Thor looked down at his now feminine form, clearly unimpressed. "It will hurt no less when I kill you in this form," he said in his usual gruff tone, completely at odds with Sif's appearance.

Loki chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. "Very well. Perhaps you'd prefer one of your new companions, given that you seem to like them so much."

Without missing a beat, Loki morphed into Captain America, his stance wide, the perfect embodiment of self-righteousness.

"Oh, this is much better! Woah! Costume's a bit much, it's so tight! But the confidence! I can feel the righteousness surging!" Loki grinned widely, his voice dripping with mockery. "Hey, wanna have a rousing discussion about truth, honor, patriotism? God bless America..."

Thor had clearly had enough. With a swift movement, he grabbed Loki and slammed him into one of the plaza's marble pillars, his large hand pressing against Loki's mouth to silence him.

Loki's blue eyes widened slightly in surprise, but when Thor released him, he only looked mildly amused. "What?"

Thor turned sharply, eyes catching two soldiers patrolling the distance. He let go of Loki and moved forward, eyes scanning the area.

"You could at least furnish me with a weapon," Loki muttered, clearly dissatisfied. "My dagger, something!"

Thor glanced at him, and with the faintest sound of metal sliding into place, he snapped a pair of handcuffs onto Loki's wrists.

Loki's smirk faltered for just a moment. "At last, a little common sense." But when he realized what Thor had actually done, his smile faded entirely.

"I thought you liked tricks," Thor said with a laugh, moving on.

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Meanwhile, in her chambers, Jane Foster sat on the edge of the bed, her expression stormy. She eyed the food that had been brought to her, but she was in no mood to eat. Not with everything swirling around her.

"I'm not hungry," Jane muttered, pushing the tray aside.

The guard didn't even get a chance to respond. Behind him, Sif strode into the room with purpose, her face set with determination. Before Jane could react, Sif knocked the two guards out in swift, efficient movements.

"Good," Sif said, sparing Jane a glance. "Let's go."

Jane blinked, caught off guard by Sif's abruptness, but she didn't argue. She knew better than to question what was happening in Asgard anymore. She followed Sif through the winding halls of the palace, her mind racing with questions.