"He even lied to me, told me I was the one who killed our father. If he truly wanted peace, he would've exiled me to Midgard forever."
"I was only carrying out my father's final orders," Loki responded to Thor's accusation without the slightest hint of guilt.
"You're still the same trickster you've always been!"
"I'm glad you're back. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a realm to destroy." Loki smiled briefly, then, taking advantage of Thor's distraction, fired the Eternal Spear and blasted him away.
—
At that moment, Clark was relentlessly beating down Laufey. Despite all of Laufey's techniques and powers, he couldn't keep up with Clark's overwhelming speed.
Clark couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Superman's reputation—he had basically turned into someone who just used speed to bully slower opponents, rather than the ideal image of someone who could break through any defense with a single punch.
But it wasn't really Clark's fault. His recent enemies had all been incredibly powerful.
The Ancient One had a sharp mind and formidable magic. The Destroyer had an insanely tough shell. Laufey, on the other hand, was a well-rounded opponent with few weaknesses, strong in all areas but not extraordinary in any.
And that was exactly the kind of opponent Clark preferred—because if someone didn't have a single outstanding trait, they were easier to handle.
Laufey's offense and defense relied entirely on conjured ice crystals. His actual physical strength, speed, and durability were just average. Against someone like Clark, whose speed was more than double his, there could be only one outcome—defeat.
Not to mention Clark's raw power: thousands of tons of strength and speeds approaching Mach 30. That kind of force left a serious impact.
Back when Clark had punched Laufey out of Odin's chamber, that single strike had nearly ended him. And credit where it's due—Laufey had astonishing vitality. Even after being punched through a wall and falling hundreds of meters from Asgard's palace, he hadn't died.
Badly injured but alive, Laufey struggled to his feet. Seeing Clark step toward him, he asked:
"Who are you? I don't recall Asgard having someone as powerful as you."
Laufey was stalling—buying time to recover, maybe even looking for a chance to escape.
Yes, he had decided to run.
Laufey knew from Clark's earlier attacks that he was completely outmatched. Clark was too fast and too strong. If he stuck around, he'd be killed.
But Clark had no interest in chatting. Loki was still out there, and time was short.
Without replying, Clark lunged forward.
Seeing Clark charge, Laufey instinctively raised an ice wall in front of himself.
But did that help?
Absolutely not.
Instead of running into the wall, Clark simply circled behind him at lightning speed. While Laufey was still focused on erecting his shield, Clark appeared at his back—and delivered a brutal punch directly into the center of Laufey's spine.
"Crack!"
The sound of Laufey's spine breaking rang out as he slammed forward—into his own ice wall, compounding the damage.
Clark watched as Laufey collapsed, motionless.
Just as he was about to finish the job and send Laufey to meet his ancestors, he looked up—only to see Thor being hurled out of Asgard.
Thor's body struck Laufey's like a meteor, delivering the final blow and sending him on his way.
It may have been poetic justice, but it also revealed a physical truth—Laufey, even after all that punishment, had still managed to stand back up. Thor, by comparison, lay on the ground unable to move.
"Why'd you get thrown out? Where's Loki?" Clark asked, seeing Thor still lying dazed on the ground.
"Lo… Loki… he used the Eternal Spear on me…" Thor clutched his wound, clearly shaken.
Still struggling to get to his feet, Thor looked up and said:
"Loki… he's heading to the Bifrost. He's going to destroy Jotunheim. Clark, you have to stop him. You can't let him do it!"
"I'm gonna strangle that guy," Clark muttered, completely done with Loki's antics. "Fine. I'll handle it."
He couldn't just let Loki open the Bifrost and destroy Jotunheim—that would lead Thor to destroy the bridge again, just like in the original timeline. So Clark stood up, took off, and flew straight to the Rainbow Bridge.
—
"I suggest you drop your weapon and surrender," Clark said as Loki arrived—only to find Clark already standing in the center of the bridge, waiting.
Loki instinctively took a step back, then immediately raised the Eternal Spear and pointed it at Clark.
"Don't try to stop me, or else…"
"Or else you'll shoot me with that thing? Go ahead." Clark smiled, completely unfazed. What was an oversized magic stick going to do against him?
"You…!" Furious, Loki fired a beam from the spear.
But in the instant the spear activated, Clark vanished from Loki's sight.
Loki's expression changed immediately. He knew from experience—Clark hadn't teleported. He had just moved too fast for the human eye to track.
And before Loki could even react, Clark reappeared—right in front of him—casually taking the Eternal Spear from his hands.
"Planning to use this to activate the Bifrost?" Clark asked with a smirk, casually tossing the spear aside.
To be fair, Loki had realized what was happening the moment the spear left his hand. But what could he do? His strength barely measured a single ton—compared to Clark, he was a flea.
Now weaponless, Loki stood there stunned. The spear, his last hope, was in Clark's hands.
"What if I said I was just taking a walk? Would you believe me?" Loki asked with an innocent smile.
"You should really talk to your brother about that," Clark said with a grin, nodding behind him.
"Why would you do this?!" Thor shouted as he landed, hammer in hand, approaching Loki.
"To prove to my father that I'm the more capable son," Loki said, all restraint gone. "While he slept, I would save his life. And when he woke, I'd have destroyed the monsters. Then he would have no choice but to name me as heir to the throne."
Despite the fear he had shown when facing Clark, Loki's jealousy and resentment now spilled out freely before Thor.
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