Loki And Adventure

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Odin's pov:

I looked down at my son, my legacy, my future. He would be the greatest king of Asgard, he was the bravest, the strongest and he was unquestionably the smartest. "Father, the Avengers aka whether they may stay...well, they didn't but can they?"

"Of course, Thor. Usher a maiden and tell her to find them rooms." Thor thanked me and walked off to tell them the news. I looked down at a Midgard item known as a 'newspaper'. Quickly, I scanned it for news of my other 'son.'

Nothing. I smiled and threw the thing aside. An obese servant came into the throne room, he bowed and asked for permission to give him the news.
"Your, er, son? Has asked whether he, in his words, pop round for a bottle and talk about something private?"

I sat still, rubbing my beard, thinking over every possibility that would happen badly. Even after I answered the question, I still had possibilities to go through. "With only three companions and he must sign a no war contract." The servant nodded, whose name began with a M or something, and cleared off to give the news to Heimdall.

*3 days later*

The Avengers were going to stay for a whole week and it was only the third morning. I was in a aggressive mood and everything made me angrier.

And to top that off, Loki was arriving in an hour.

*1 hour later*

A servant came in and bowed. Delivering the news that Loki had arrived. I nodded and gathered Thor and the Avengers. Whom I still had to deliver the news of Loki too.

We arrived at the Bifrost. Heimdall was speaking toy he cloaked figure, whom could only be Loki. He was ranting about something which caused Heimdall to smile, as soon as he noticed me though, he frowned and bowed to me.

Loki turned around to face me. He wore a green coat, with no hood, that trailed on the floor like a pool. He had on a black button up shirt, black jeans and armour boots. He had a gold locket around his neck, rainbow rings on each finger, not to mention leather finger-less gloves, his hair was curly and let loose, golden reflective sunglasses were on and in one ear he had a silver ring.

As soon as he turned around, you could hear collective gasps and mutterings. "Holy..." the bird man began.
"Language." The flag said, sternly looking at the other. The woman and the scientist just stood there wordless. And under his breath, I could only just hear the engineer whisper, "Hot damn!"

Loki smirked. "People. Thor. Odin." I growled.
"What do you want to talk about, Loki?"
Loki's smiled vanished. Everyone's mood changed. The scenery around us no longer seemed happy and humorous. It was eerie and quiet, as if it was to rain or storm soon. It was frightening and the silence was deafening. I even prayed that Loki actually just fancied causing mischief and that's all. But no...

"Something bad's coming...death is coming and I can't ignore it anymore."