Perseus Jackson, God Of Heroes

Rudolph the Golden Horned Asgardian

Nah, just kidding! But I could feel the ichor seeping from my head. I quickly willed it to heal, and used the mist to turn the golden ichor soaking my clothes into the colour of blood. I summoned Riptide, and sprinted through the hallways, trying to find someone I knew.

I stopped often, to help free the people trapped under rubble, or take the wounded to the infirmary. The enemy had attacked from all four sides, and I would have sensed them hours ago, had I been at full strength, but my decision to lock away my powers rendered me unable to do so.

"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" I heard a voice say, and then a few loud thuds, as if someone was hitting a wall. Cautiously, I made my way to the glass box room, where the noise seemed to be coming from. I saw Loki taunting his brother, who was trapped inside the cage, while Phil came creeping in, holding a gun that was almost as big as he was.

"Move away please," Phil orders. "Do you like this? We started working on the prototype of this after you sent the Destroyer. Even I dont know what it does. Want to find out?" He asks. I feel a sudden disturbance in the air. I turn to see another Loki silently tiptoeing towards Phil, his stick glowing. In a split second, I realised that he is aiming to stab Phil, and I lunged with lightning speed, parrying his sharp, pointy stick.

His eyes hardened, and he began to fight me, his stick a glowing blur of bright blue energy. After Father's gruelling training, I could easily keep up with him, without even breaking a sweat. "Percy! Move! Now!" I heard Phil yell.

Dropping to the ground, I watched as he turned a lever, and fired the big gun at Loki. A blast of energy shot out, hitting the Norse God and sending him flying. "So that's what it does." He smirked.

"Gah!" Loki spat, rising up. He moved with lightning speed, pressing a button. The cage, along with Thor, fell out of the open hatch under it. "The Midgardians believe us immortal, Thor. Want to test that?" He yelled.

"They might, but I dont, Loki." I said through gritted teeth. "And who might you be, mortal?" Here, I grinned widely, and answered, "So you did not expect me, huh, fellow God? " his eyes opened wide, and he looked shocked. "The name's Jackson, Percy Jackson, God of Heroes, Loyalty and Swordsmanship." The fates had granted me the third domain when i was done with Dad's training.

Loki gulped, before regaining his usual slick smile. "And I am the God of Mischief, Treachery, Lies and Deceit." He said, before jumping out of the hatch from where Thor had fallen.

I turned to Phil and helped him up, before going to the meeting room with him. "Looks like we're even, Jackson." He grinned. "You betcha." I made finger-guns at him. Laughing, we reached the room, where all the Avengers were assembled again, giving me a wierd feeling. "That's deja vu, Perce." Phil muttered, as if he could read my thoughts.

I watched as the idiots started to argue again, and shared an exasperated look with Nat. Together, we yelled, "SHUT UP YOU IDIOTS!!" They shut up. I said, "Anyone have any idea where Rudolph is gonna attack?" Tin dude looked delighted at the nickname, but my attention was drawn to Spangles. "Free energy for the world.... Monument as high as the sky....plastered with your name...."He muttered.

Tin man's eyes widened. "Of course! Stark Tower! Cap, you're a genius!" Even I had heard of his building in New York, and if Loki was attacking there, we would need backup. New York was too big for me to contain the aliens, even with my new powers and the Avengers' help.

"I'll see ya there then, Spangles. Gonna get us some reinforcements." He stopped me. "What kind if reinforcements?" I smirked before answering, "The super-powered kind, of course." I gave him a two-fingered salute, before going out of the room and teleporting to camp. "Aaahhh! Beth, no! Stop it! CHIROOOON! Beth's doing it again!" I heard a yell, that sounded a lot like Leo. That was when I saw Beth chasing Leo around the hearth with a bucket of slime. Every time he tried to light himself on fire, she dumped the gooey slime on him. He looked like a million birds had pooped on him.