S.H.I.E.L.D. Mexico
"Name."
"Age."
"Surname."
"I advise you to cooperate with us. You've attacked several of our agents. Based on our professional assessment, you must have undergone elite training. Tell me—was it Afghanistan? Somewhere in the Middle East?"
"Who are you? You can stay silent if you like. It doesn't matter. There's nothing we can't uncover. If it weren't for your connection to Alex Ray, you would've been eliminated a long time ago."
Crossbones spoke casually to the disheartened Thor sitting across from him.
Thor looked at the mortal before him, expressionless and unmoved. His spirit had long since collapsed.
The loss of his divine powers and his exile by Odin still weighed heavily on him.
Crossbones circled him slowly, studying him with faint curiosity. He patted Thor's shoulder, leaned in close, and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry. We'll be seeing your family soon."
With that, Crossbones turned and exited, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
A faint, disdainful smirk tugged at the corner of Thor's mouth. If they could find his family, he'd be relieved—they were lost to even him now.
The moment Crossbones stepped out, a new figure materialized in the room.
Thor looked up, eyes narrowing in disbelief. It was Loki.
Dressed in a sleek, tailored suit, Loki had shed his usual frivolous demeanor. His expression was serious—solemn, even.
Thor was stunned. "Loki? What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you," Loki replied, his voice unusually grave.
The somber tone triggered a surge of unease within Thor. His brow furrowed. "What's happened? Tell me."
Loki hesitated, then slowly delivered the blow. "Father has passed away."
Thor was stunned, as though thunder had struck him squarely in the chest.
He stared at Loki, wide-eyed. His lips trembled. "What... what did you say?"
"Father is dead," Loki repeated.
All color drained from Thor's face. It felt as though the ground beneath him had given way.
"Because of you, Asgard is on the brink of war. You should feel guilty. I know how much you loved Father. I tried explaining things to him... but he wouldn't listen."
Loki sighed.
"I know stripping you of your right to wield Mjolnir was cruel, but it's done. You can no longer lift the hammer. That part of your life is over."
He paused briefly, then continued, "Now the responsibility of kingship falls on me."
Thor, who had hung his head, finally lifted it. His eyes locked onto Loki's with disbelief. For a moment, a flicker of resistance passed through him—hadn't he always believed he was destined to rule?
But it vanished just as quickly. He was no longer worthy—not of the hammer, not of the throne.
The excitement, ambition, and hunger that had once burned in his chest were now reduced to ashes. All that remained was a deep, bitter helplessness.
He swallowed, voice hoarse and trembling. "Then... can I go home?"
Loki met his gaze. His eyes shimmered with something unreadable—but inwardly, he sneered.
Outwardly, he sighed with feigned sorrow and said, "The armistice reached with the Realm Eternal included your permanent exile. The Queen Mother... agreed to it."
Loki stepped forward, a cold finality in his voice. "It's time to say goodbye, brother."
There was a subtle bite to his words—a faint pride and sarcasm laced with mock regret. "I am truly sorry."
Of course, Loki would never allow Thor to return. Odin wasn't dead. Loki had staged the entire coup and seized the throne. If Thor returned, the truth might come to light.
The last person Loki wanted in Asgard right now was Thor.
Thor's chest tightened, his heart heavy. Even his mother—his last pillar of support—had turned her back on him.
It was as if the entire universe had abandoned him.
"I should be the one saying sorry," Thor murmured, holding back tears. "And... thank you for coming."
His voice trembled with suppressed grief, but he knew he had to accept this cruel reality.
He inhaled sharply and said with forced composure, "Goodbye, brother. I... I'm sorry too."
He didn't look up again.
Loki turned and walked away, not sparing Thor another glance. But as he stepped into the shadows, a twisted smile curled on his lips.
"This idiot brother is as gullible as ever. He'll never know it was all part of my plan."
He vanished from Thor's view, his steps echoing down the corridor, leaving Thor slumped in his chair, drowning in despair.
Deep within the SHIELD facility, a figure flickered into existence as if emerging from the air itself.
It was Loki.
He was in high spirits, basking in the success of his deception. Thor had been dealt with, and no one in Asgard remained to challenge him.
He felt freer than ever, as if the entire universe lay beneath his feet.
A self-satisfied smirk played across his face. Thor, in his foolishness, had made everything so easy.
If the fool had even a sliver of cunning, he might've picked up on the inconsistencies in Loki's story. But he hadn't. And that only made the victory sweeter.
Loki laughed—low and mocking. His illusion kept him invisible, his presence undetectable even as his laughter echoed softly through the hallway.
He moved toward the secure lab where Mjolnir was kept.
Around the hammer, SHIELD scientists and researchers bustled about, attempting to understand the artifact. None of them noticed Loki standing among them—his illusion cloaked him perfectly.
He stepped forward and reached for the hammer.
No sooner had his fingers wrapped around the hilt than he realized something was wrong.
No matter how hard he pulled, it didn't budge. Mjolnir remained planted, heavy as a mountain.
Frustration twisted Loki's face. His grip tightened. Still, the hammer didn't move.
He looked up at the ceiling with bitter eyes, frustration boiling beneath his skin.
He would never lift it. He had known that, deep down—but he had tried anyway.
He forced himself to breathe, to stay calm. At least no one had witnessed his humiliation.
Or so he thought.
A voice came from behind him.
"Well, well... still dreaming about lifting the hammer, huh?"
Loki's heart skipped a beat. He spun around, eyes narrowing.
Someone had seen him? Someone had broken through his illusion?
Impossible.
And yet, leaning casually against the far wall was a man with a gun in his hand and a wry smile on his lips.
Kaito Daiki—Kamen Rider Diend.
"Funny thing about illusions," Daiki said with a smirk. "They don't work on someone who sees through lies for a living."
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