Not long ago, Loki, having been soundly beaten by Ben, slunk back to Asgard.
At this moment, he could no longer maintain the image of elegance and nobility he had previously projected. Instead, he looked as disheveled as a homeless person lying by the roadside.
Looking like this, who would believe he was the Prince of Asgard?
He was clearly a nobody from the cosmos.
His gleaming golden armor was shattered, his hair was a mess, and dust mixed with blood clung to his face, making him look filthy.
He estimated that he might have a minor fracture...
For the people of Asgard, such injuries would heal quickly.
Mere physical damage was difficult to inflict as a fatal blow on those from the Divine Realm, who were bathed in the light of Yggdrasil; their regenerative abilities would quickly mend their wounds.
To truly kill a god, one would need to obliterate them with terrifying energy, or else use some arcane power to counteract their divine power.
For instance, when Hela stabbed Thor in the eye, it was almost equivalent to causing permanent damage.
It could be said that by the time Loki quietly returned to Asgard, the physical injuries he sustained were almost completely healed.
However, although his injuries had healed, the brutal Four Arms had left an indelible shadow on Loki's mind.
The mere thought of that monstrous being sent a shiver down his spine.
He sat on Odin's throne, his eyes vacant and numb, his body curled up, trembling intermittently, like a helpless child.
After a long while, Loki finally emerged from that state.
Fear gave way to rage!
"Damn that Midgardian! How dare he treat me like this!"
His eyes glinted with malice as he lowered his head and growled through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to tear Ben to shreds and devour him piece by piece.
Although Loki had never seen Four Arms before, he had clearly subconsciously identified him as a native of Earth.
There was nothing strange about this.
Even though Midgard was nominally one of the Nine Realms, the people of the Divine Realm rarely paid attention to the Middle Realm. He couldn't fathom what strange species had evolved in the backward Middle Realm.
But no matter what, this was an immense humiliation!
Not just Loki's humiliation, but Asgard's humiliation!
It was as if a king, while traveling in his own territory, was not only denied courtesy but was also beaten by a lowly commoner.
Not only beaten, but also pinned to the ground and ground into the dirt!
Who could tolerate that?
Loki certainly couldn't.
Therefore, the first thing he wanted to do upon returning to Asgard was to immediately mobilize his army and raze Midgard to the ground.
The reason he didn't do this was because Loki knew that he currently had no authority in Asgard.
His claim to the throne was opportunistic; it was only because Thor had been banished and Odin had been forced into slumber by him that he had reluctantly taken over temporarily.
Not many in the entire Divine Realm truly obeyed him, and furthermore, those who held real power were quite suspicious of him.
For example, the Warriors Three, who had grown up with him, all suspected Loki of foul play.
Heimdall would also not allow him to act recklessly.
Even this time, when Loki went to Midgard, he didn't use the Bifrost, but took a hidden path.
After suffering humiliation on Earth, only to find that he didn't even have the authority to dispatch troops, Loki felt even more enraged at this moment.
"If Thor had suffered such humiliation today, would the Asgardian warriors have been unwilling to obey his command?" he chuckled coldly.
Of course not!
If Thor had truly been wronged, the people of the Divine Realm would likely have been sharpening their blades, preparing for a new war.
Only he, even while sitting on the throne, had to endure the ostracism and unfair treatment from those people.
Loki attributed all of this to Thor and Odin.
He believed that it was precisely because Odin and Thor were not dead, because they were still alive, that the Asgardians would never truly acknowledge him as king.
They believed that Thor would eventually return to Asgard to lead them in further conquests, and that Odin would sooner or later awaken from his slumber to restore Asgard's glory!
"Only when you are both dead can I truly become the King of Asgard!"
Loki took a deep breath, his face hidden in the shadows.
At the same time, he understood that he couldn't actually kill Odin; in the Divine Realm, his every move was being watched.
But he also knew who most desired Odin's eternal damnation.
"Laufey... my father."
Thus, Loki bypassed Heimdall, who guarded the Bifrost, and found the rift he had used to travel to the Middle Realm. From here, he could freely travel to any of the Nine Realms.
He tidied his appearance, making himself look more imposing, and then quietly departed.
However, Loki was unaware that every single one of his actions was being observed by Heimdall.
Jotunheim.
This was the land of giants, not just Frost Giants, but many different kinds of giants lived in this dimension. However, for many years, they had been at odds with the Divine Realm, and the true rulers of this dimension were indeed the Frost Giants.
This world was perpetually covered in extreme cold and snow. For most people, the climate here was incredibly harsh, but when Loki set foot here, he didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.
He lowered his head and glanced at his arm, a flash of humiliation crossing his eyes.
The Frost Giant bloodline made him feel utterly lowly and ashamed. Loki didn't want to reveal this secret to anyone.
Therefore, he wasn't here to acknowledge Laufey as family, but to make a deal with him, or perhaps "exploit" him would be a more fitting term.
Let the giants kill Odin, and he himself would take the Destroyer to Earth to eliminate all Midgardians!
Naturally, this included his beloved brother, Thor.
Loki felt this plan was perfect, killing multiple birds with one stone.
Once successful, he would become the undisputed new king of Asgard. Odin would die with the secret of his origins, and both Midgard and Jotunheim would be utterly annihilated...
And he, as the new king of Asgard, would lead Asgard to a new world!
He would let everyone know, "I am the one everyone has been waiting for!"
Meanwhile, on Earth.
Coulson took out a medical kit and bandaged Steve's wound.
"Fortunately, the injury isn't too serious. I don't have a second dose of the Serum," he said.
"Is this Serum rare?" Steve asked, looking at Thor, who was kneeling on the ground nearby as if his soul had been lost.
"Not many. Osborn hasn't officially started selling it yet. Fury managed to get some ahead of time due to his position, but he wants to study the Serum's structure. If he can crack it, we won't have to spend money buying it anymore."
Steve nodded, saying nothing.
But in his heart, he wondered what the difference was between Nick Fury's actions and Hydra's attempts to steal the Super Soldier Serum formula.
"What about him?" Steve gestured towards Thor with his chin and asked.
"I don't know. We'll wait for Fury to get here. I suspect he'll be locked up," Coulson said.
"Fury is coming?"
-----------
Translation by: randomtranslator.com
Read 2500+ original & fanfic translations and Translate for Free at: randomtranslator.com