Always wanted to know the truth behind Loki's hatred toward his brother and father? Loki has a perfect, happy second life on Earth, pretending to be a mortal so he can be with Jane. Unfortunately, Odin has other plans for Jane Foster; she needs to c...
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Thor and Loki came crashing through the Observatory dome, the sound echoing like thunder as they tumbled across the Rainbow Bridge. Dust and debris filled the air, and Thor quickly regained his footing, only to find Loki precariously dangling off the edge of the bridge.
"Thor! Help me!" Loki shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he looked up at his brother, desperation etched across his face.
As Loki's fingers began to slip, Thor lunged forward, reaching to grasp his brother's wrist. But to his horror, his hand passed right through Loki, he was just a mere illusion. Just then, the real Loki materialized behind him, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
In a swift motion, the Demigod stabbed Thor in the chest with Gungnir, the spear piercing deep. Thor gasped as Loki hoisted him into the air. With a fierce toss, Loki hurled him across the bridge, and Thor crashed to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
As he fought to rise, a chorus of cruel laughter filled the air—illusions of Loki, mocking him from every angle. "I was always more clever than you," the Demigod taunted, striding confidently toward his fallen brother, ready to deliver the final blow.
"Enough!" Thor roared, summoning a bolt of lightning that erupted from his hammer, illuminating the sky and causing the illusions to dissipate like mist. The force of his magic sent the real Loki reeling backward, momentarily stunned.
Breathing heavily, Loki lay sprawled on the cold floor of the Rainbow Bridge, the remnants of the battle swirling around him. The impact of Thor's lightning had left him reeling, and he couldn't shake the pain and the annoyance of being struck by the God of Thunder once more. He grunted, attempting to rise, but a heavy weight pressed down on his chest—Mjolnir, Thor's mighty hammer, resting there like an immovable anchor.
"Still not clever enough," Thor's voice rang out, a mixture of pity and triumph lacing his words. With that, Thor turned away, leaving Loki defeated and vulnerable on the ground.
Frustration coursed through him as he struggled against the weight of the hammer. He pulled and twisted, but it was no use; Mjolnir was an unyielding force, rendering him powerless. Despair washed over him as he realized the futility of his efforts. Each attempt to rise only served him as a reminder of his defeat. Loki's mind raced, plotting his next move, but for now, he was trapped beneath the very symbol of his brother's strength, grappling with the bitter sting of failure. Shit, Loki thought, watching his brother stride purposefully toward the control panel of the Bifrost. Thor's expression was a mix of desperation and determination as he surveyed the scene around him—the swirling energies of the Bifrost firing towards Jotunheim, a torrent of power building with each passing moment.
Loki couldn't help but revel in the moment, a smug smile creeping across his face. "Look at you, the Mighty Thor," he taunted, his voice dripping with derision. "With all your strength, what good does it do you now?"
