Loki stood arrogantly on high ground, looking down at Captain America and Coulson as if they were ants.
Steve clutched his waist, his wound seeping blood that stained his palm. However, this minor injury was nothing to him; he had sustained worse and never truly yielded.
The moment Loki appeared, Coulson had already swiftly drawn his pistol and aimed it at him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Loki..." Loki paused, a complex expression crossing his face.
"Loki Odinson."
He added the surname.
In reality, he now knew he wasn't Odin's biological son at all, but the leader of the Frost Giants, Laufey's son.
Therefore, his true name should be Loki Laufeyson.
But honestly, he was unwilling to acknowledge his Frost Giant heritage. Regardless of how Loki had lived in Asgard over the years, whether he had been ostracized and looked down upon by his peers, he had to admit that he was raised with Asgardian education.
The glory of Asgard still resided in his heart.
Even if he disdained the barbarity of those warriors, it was still better than being a Frost Giant.
In his view, Thor and his ilk were barbarians who only knew how to use their muscles instead of their brains, while the Frost Giants?
They were no different from beasts.
As for the people of Midgard, they were merely ants beneath his feet.
"Mortals, why do you not kneel before your monarch?"
Hearing this, before Steve and Coulson could react, Thor's expression changed.
His smile seemed to freeze, and the hope rekindled by seeing Loki was extinguished once more: "Wait, Loki, what do you mean by that?"
"I am now the new King of Asgard, brother." Loki finally turned his gaze to Thor, his eyelids half-lowered, his eyes filled with contempt.
But his voice was soft, as if carrying an endless, merciful sorrow.
"This, how is this possible... You must be joking with me."
Thor shook his head, and then he suddenly laughed, a nostalgic expression on his face.
He remembered when he was young, Loki would often trick him, and once he truly believed it, Loki would cunningly tell him he had been fooled.
But this time, he felt he was clever; he felt he had seen through Loki's lie.
He pointed a finger at Loki, shaking his head, and said, "You are the God of Lies, but you can't fool me this time."
How could the Allfather possibly pass the throne to Loki?
He thought this was Loki's most uninspired lie in over a thousand years.
But this only angered Loki further. His expression grew colder, tinged with a twisted fury, yet his voice remained calm.
"Why do you think I'm deceiving you? Do you think you're the only child of Odin? Do you think no one else can inherit the throne besides you?"
"What, no..."
Loki's three consecutive questions left Thor speechless. He felt awkward, but Thor had to admit that this was indeed what he had thought.
Even when banished by Odin, he didn't believe he would lose the throne, nor did he think Odin would let Loki inherit his position.
But it was precisely this thought that made Loki, who had just learned his origins and was emotionally sensitive, feel immense anger and jealousy. It was as if his throat was burning with envy:
"You think you're more qualified than me?"
Loki ignored Coulson and Steve, walking up to Thor.
"Because of you, Father is dead."
"What?"
"Banishing you, the threat of war... He couldn't take it anymore, and it was all your fault."
Originally, Loki hadn't intended to provoke Thor directly. He had wanted to feign magnanimity in front of Thor, but he truly couldn't help himself.
Looking at the disbelief on Thor's face, and the despairing sorrow, Loki felt a sense of satisfaction.
"But Asgard cannot be without a king for a day. Besides me, who else is there?"
Instantly, Thor was struck by immense grief.
Steve and Coulson exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of conspiracy in each other's eyes. Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe Loki's one-sided story.
At this moment, Coulson had already conjured a dramatic tale of a fratricidal struggle. The cunning second prince, in his quest for the throne, would not hesitate to frame his elder brother and murder his own father.
Coulson had no interest in the internal affairs of Asgard. He only hoped that once this conspirator achieved his goal, he would leave Earth and its little corner of the universe as soon as possible.
However, it was clear that Loki had no intention of leaving so easily.
After piercing Thor with his lies, he seemed to have vented his anger, a subtle smile appearing on his face.
But then, Loki's gaze shifted to Steve.
This mortal who had lifted the Hammer of Thor had to be eliminated!
"Mortals of Midgard, how dare you stand when you see your king?" Loki sneered, his every move filled with regal authority.
"Kneel!"
Loki: Meow!
"Your meowing won't scare anyone," Steve said sternly. "This country has never had a king, and we will never kneel to someone like you!"
"Ignorant mortal!"
Loki curled his lips.
The next moment, he suddenly raised Gungnir and shot out a powerful beam of light!
"Swish!"
Captain America quickly raised his shield.
Seeing this, Loki immediately let out a cold laugh.
As Odin's weapon, Gungnir possessed immense power. Although he couldn't unleash its full might, it was by no means something mortals could withstand!
But just as he thought Steve, along with his shield, would be pulverized by his attack, he found that the beam of light had actually been blocked.
"How is this possible?"
Loki was stunned.
But Captain America wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass.
Enduring the pain, he twisted his waist and swung his arm, sending his indestructible shield flying like a dart.
Captain America's counterattack clearly caught Loki off guard. Seeing the shield fly towards him in an instant, Loki was somewhat flustered, but he was not an ordinary person after all.
He spun his spear, knocking the shield away.
But before he could relax, Captain America's attack arrived again.
As someone skilled in various weapons and combat techniques, and who had participated in many wars, Steve was far superior in combat to Loki, who was nominally a mage but actually an assassin.
The shield was just a feint; his fists and feet were his true weapons.
Steve kicked Loki in the chest, sending him staggering back a few steps. Then, he landed several punches on Loki, leaving the god dazed.
Although Loki seemed weak as a dog in the movies, in reality, his physique was hundreds of times stronger than Captain America's. That combo attack hadn't even broken through his defenses.
However, while the damage was minimal, the insult was immense.
"Enough!"
Enraged, Loki roared, unleashing the divine power within him like a hurricane, instantly causing the makeshift base to collapse!
"Wait, Loki!"
Thor tried to urge him to calm down, but without his divine power, he couldn't even stand. He was blown away by the hurricane, landing face-first in the dirt.
Then, Loki grabbed Steve by the collar and threw him hundreds of meters away with a backhand toss!
"Captain!"
Coulson, gripping a crooked guardrail, fired his gun, but the bullets couldn't even scratch Loki's face.
However, it was enough to get Loki's attention.
"You have indeed angered me, mortal!"
Killing intent flared in his eyes. He raised his arm and levitated a car, hurling it towards Coulson.
Seeing this, Coulson instinctively closed his eyes and curled into a ball, trying to protect his most vulnerable areas.
But he also knew it was futile. If he were hit, he would surely lose his life.
"Thump!"
A loud noise came from above him.
Coulson's heart pounded, but he felt no pain.
He opened his eyes and saw the mangled car suspended above him. A red arm, thicker than a tree trunk, extended outwards.
Looking further back, a tall, crimson figure loomed over him!
What was different was that the owner of this shadow had four arms!
Coulson felt as if his heart was being squeezed, and his breathing grew heavy.
"Are you alright?"
Ben crushed the car like a piece of scrap paper and casually tossed it aside.
At this moment, Coulson also noticed the insignia on Ben's shoulder. He immediately remembered the Heatblast who had fought a monster at Stark Tower a few days ago.
"Are you from the Galactic Plumbers?"
Ben nodded, not denying it. However, to avoid being nicknamed "Monster Hand Number One," he gave a brief introduction:
"I am a Security Officer from the Galactic Plumbers, Four Arms."
After speaking, he waved an arm from his side, pushing Coulson away, and then turned his gaze towards Loki.
Just now, Ben had obtained Thor's hair through Ghostfreak, but for Loki, who possessed divine power, such a method was not very useful.
He had originally intended to transform into Heatblast, who could counter Frost Giants, but the moment he pressed the watch, Four Arms appeared instead.
Ben was certain he hadn't slammed the watch, so this meant that Little Broken Watch thought Four Arms was more effective against Loki than Heatblast.
Almost the instant he transformed, Ben knew what he had to do.
As for Loki, he had no idea what was about to happen.
At this moment, seeing Ben suddenly appear, he searched his mind for all species in the cosmos, and after confirming Ben wasn't some famous powerful race, he immediately maintained his arrogant facade.
"Another one," he said, shaking his head as if mocking Ben's ignorance.
He even took a step forward and walked right in front of Ben.
"I am a god, you foolish creature. Do you think an animal like you... Ah—"
Before Loki could finish speaking, one of Ben's arms under his ribs quickly grabbed his ankle, and like smashing a beanbag doll, he was repeatedly slammed onto the ground!
Bang!
Bang!
Dust flew.
A few seconds later, Loki lay peacefully in a small dirt pit, eyes wide open, his eyes red, as if glistening with tears...
"Weak god."
Ben clapped his hands, thoroughly satisfied.
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