Loki, The Hulk, Miss America, Lady Thor
Part 2: Gods and Monsters
Loki’s jaw had dropped a little at the sight that was taking place before him, only giving a fraction of his attention to the sounds of soldiers yelling retreat orders behind him as they bugged the Hel out of a bad situation.
The idiot child wearing the red, white and blue had clearly committed herself to the fight and was displaying a number of abilities that were going to make his plans somewhat harder to pull off; Not impossible but still something that needed to be addressed. But she was not the only...complication that needed to be addressed.
Mjolnir was here. He would recognize that cursed thing anywhere; His pride had been the motivation for its creation, his concern for its perfection the reason that he had sabotaged it to only be a one handed handed hammer instead of the two handed weapon it was designed to be… His shock as Thor deemed the flawed weapon to be greater than his wife’s beauty and his humiliation as his mouth was sewn shut by its creator to the laughter of his peers...
To see it again after all this time filled him with nothing but dread. Looking towards its wielder with full expectations of seeing it in the hands of Thor, Loki found himself surprised to see that the legendary hammer was clearly in the possession of a new owner. A female owner at that.
As the battle continued to rage, Loki did nothing. His mind was still trying to process what he was seeing and possibly what it meant for him and the world around him. The woman herself seemed… familiar in a way, but if she was it was a truly old memory… from a time that he would rather remain largely forgotten. Still, considering that she jumped right into the fight without a second thought about what she was fighting or why, it was clear that she shared Thor’s basic line of thinking.
“Okay…” He muttered softly to himself aloud, “Time to think of a Plan B…”
There was a ringing in Hulks ears as the woman on his back struck them, he shouted out his entire body shaking in rage, his muscles tightened and his eyes looked bloodshot. He began trying to grab the woman on his back, bucking wildly as his own hands were almost clawing at his back trying to grab her, eventually he managed to get a hold of her.
Pulling her over his head and shoulders he threw her towards the other woman, the hammer one. At this point all reason was out the window. He didn’t want to get away anymore, he wanted to
smash.
As the Hulk’s muscular green hand finally wrapped around America, one word was passing through her mind.
Shit. Honestly in all her travels and interdimensional hijinks, she had only ever heard stories of what she believed to be witnessing now. A savage Hulk.
At the wave of the beast’s hands, she was sent hurdling towards Thor. She fell hard, knocking into the woman, resulting in the two stumbling into the ground. Normally such a thing would have been one of America’s all-time dreams, landing on a beautiful warming while all hot and sweaty, although now definitely wasn’t a time for that. Especially since this had been her doing. She had been a fool. Rule #1 of battling the Hulk; don’t make him angry.
Rising to her feet, she outstretched her hand and helped up her temporary partner. “Ok Chica.” she spoke, trying to sound confident. “We need a plan.”
“Chica? What is that?” Tarene asked, then shook her head slightly, now was not the time for trivial questions. She held out her hand, a soft humming sound filled the air and mjolnir soared from its spot on the ground, back into her grasp. “The plan is to keep this beast from the city centre, there are too many civilians, we need to contain it.”
She brushed some of the dirt and debris off her torn jeans and muttered something about how Asgardian armour would not be so easily ruined. “Are you ready for another round? You are uninjured?” she asked, though they were both taking a bit of a pounding, they were both in one piece, or so it seemed.
“Sounds good enough to me!” America replied stepping forward, shaking her head slightly at her not understanding her Spanish. “Don’t worry about me, I’m good for a few more rounds!” Her eyes scanned the area once more, with America assessing what to do. A small idea quickly popped into her mind.
“You go high and I’ll go low.” She stated firmly. “We’ll pop in and out. Then head for the water n’ hope that the shit will give chase.”
One of the heavy duty APCs left behind by Ross’ men sat abandoned, a gun turret on the top now useless thanks to Lokis magics. He began hitting and tearing at it, until eventually the turret came off. He then grabbing the turret with both hands spun it around and threw it, whether he threw it intentionally at the heroes or not wasn’t really easily discernable. He had become unpredictable, acting purely on rage.
As after he had finished tearing off the turret he continued to tear into the APC trying to break it apart.
“Well shi…” was all Loki managed to get out as one of the turrets that he had dealt with earlier was thrown towards his head more or less by chance. More out of an inbuilt survival instinct than anything else did he duck, thankfully avoiding having his clock cleaned by the flying metal weapon.
The situation had clearly changed… rage had clouded the beast’s mind and it was now lashing out at anything around it out of anger… and it seemed to be getting stronger because of it. This needed to end. Now.
Deciding to just bloody ignore the two ‘heroines’ for now, Loki started his own dash towards the hulking beast. He needed to grab the bugger if what he had in mind was going to work.
Tarene seized her chance to make a dash at the Hulk, following the plan, she stayed high, using her powerful legs to push herself up, leaping over wrecked cars and piles of debris. She swung Mjolnir back, it lit up with sparks like a christmas tree only far more epic, and she screamed, readying to whack the Hulk square in the jaw. SHe hoped America, wherever she was on the ground, was keeping up and would be able to push him back as well.
And keeping up she was! America darted forward, with her failing to notice the oncoming green-clad Asgardian approaching from the left. She pressed hard, attempting to slam into the beast’s knee and potentially buckle him.
Without even meaning too, Hulk “Dodged” Americas blow, by moving his leg out of the way, he did this in order to stick his hand out in front of the one with the hammer. Catching her before she could do anything he saw green out of the corner of his eye and without even thinking about it he threw the hammer one at whoever was running at him.
His rage now again fixated he stared down at America. He jumped at her, raising his fists to slam down upon her with all his force. Roaring all the way down…
“
Oh dios!” America, moving as quickly as your legs would take her, firmly planted her feet onto the wall she had collided with after missing her target. Kicking out, she propelled herself forward, narrowly missing the Hulk’s flying fists.
Tarene hadn’t expected to get caught mid-swing, but the Hulk had snatched her up as easily as a child would snatch up a doll and before she could wriggle loose, he’d already tossed her aside. As she spiralled out of control, she dropped Mjolnir, the hammer landing with a booming sound like thunder somewhere amid the rubble.
She expected to collide with debris, or a building or something, but instead, she’d crashed into Loki, finally her fall juddered to a halt as she lay sprawled across him. She groaned, pulling herself up, feeling totally dazed it took her a moment to stop seeing double.
When she finally came to, she had to do a double-take just to make sure what she saw wasn’t some kind of delusion.
No. It wasn’t. It was real. Loki Laufeyson.
”LOKI” she screamed, her hand shooting out to summon Mjolnir, the hammer hummed and flew back to her grasp and she was blinded by rage. For a split second her heart was filled with unadulterated joy, if Loki was alive … Odinson surely must have survived Ragnarok too. Her joy was short lived however, as it was instantly consumed with her rage. “This is your doing!” she shrieked, swinging her arm back, Mjolnir lighting up again, this time she wouldn’t let herself get tossed around by the Hulk, she wouldn’t rest till she socked Loki in the face with the hammer which should have crushed him eons ago.
So far, Plan B (Which was really only a continuation of Plan A to be perfectly honest) wasn’t going well. What had started off as a flying charge had instead resulted in getting hit by a flying woman wielding a hammer that he hated on such a deep level that he had found a strange zen like calm about the whole thing somewhere on the otherside. Not the greatest of starts but strangely enough not the worst either…
Shaking his head a little in order to recover from the surprising blow, he managed to get a good look at the woman that was now on top of him. She was fairly attractive; Attractive in the old sense too unlike what people considered beauty to be now a days. On top of which, the feeling that he had seen and met her before became more apparent but he couldn’t remember the exact details anymore. Did she know who he was?
That question was answered when she shouted his name and called forth that bloody hammer with the clear intent on using it. She knew who he was alright. As the ground started to shake from something powerful striking it and Mjolnir was on route for his head, Loki did what any self respecting shape shifter would do under the circumstances; turned into a mouse and avoided getting hit completely.
Darting out from under the hammer wielding madwoman, the ‘mouse’ quickly regained a humanoid form. “I didn’t start this; The combined efforts of yourself, the idiot child and whatever fool was in charge of those soldiers earlier brought this about without anymore help!” He doubted it would make her stop, but he prepared to dodge and made peace with himself that he had tried to be civil and diplomatic about it.
Hulk landed in a small crater, which he made. Lifting his hands screaming he noticed the absence of the girl, the one who his rage was directed at. Turning he saw her nearby, obviously caught in the shockwave off his contact to the ground. He was soon distracted however, as more military choppers had obviously turned up, and with the entire street by this point being evacuated once they got within range they would have no quarrels about opening up.
He screamed again, he could see a helicopter. Not discerning that it was a media helicopter rather than a military one he jumped up in an attempt to grab it and pull it down.
Rising to her feet, having previously been knocked to the ground by the shockwave that had been the result of the Hulk’s latest attempt at destruction, America glanced around, noticing the disappearance of her hammer wielding companion. That was when she spotted her. She was apparently stood half way up the street, attempting to savagely attack a green clad man. From this distance America had no idea as to who it was but obviously considering the situation she failed to see how this was necessary.
“Oi, sort out your priorities!” She cried angrily towards the two. “We have a fucking Hulk to stop!”
Feeling the rush of air as the Hulk bounded forwards, America watched as he launched himself into the air and towards what appeared to be an idiotic news-copter that had decided to pry on the situation. Rolling her eyes, she cracked her knuckles, before rocketing forward into the sky after him.
“You expect me to believe you? The God of Lies? The Trickster? Chaos follows you in your wake Laufeyson. Is it not because of you that Asgard fell? And you expect me to believe you have come to Midgard to redeem yourself?” Tarene hissed. Years upon years of hatred were unleashed in one burst. She’d never thought about what she’d say or do if she ever found Loki alive and well, the very thought that he could possibly have survived seemed impossible. Yet here he was. Same as ever, or so she thought. Only her anger could guide her now, and it was uncontrollable and all consuming.
“Your brother may have spared you time and time again, but I am no fool.” she growled. “Odin should have destroyed you as an infant, you are beyond redemption Loki Laufeyson” she seethed, her hair was crackling with static though it was unintentional, she didn’t mean to call upon her thunder magic. “You’ll not face Asgardian justice out here … but by the All Father, I’ll see to it you are punished” she snarled. In her anger, the Lady Thor had totally forgotten about the Hulk and his destructive rampage, all she saw was Loki and the years upon years of suffering he’d caused.
Loki rose his hands a little in a sort of surrender, attempting to calm the situation down somewhat if only because getting hit in the face by that gods damn hammer hurt like the netherworld. “Fair point, I admit that I’ve done a lot of horrible things in my time to quite a few people that didn’t deserve it; Most of them were merely collateral to get at those who wronged me and for that I am sorry… But if you don’t mind me asking, who are you again? Your face rings a bell…”
Tarene growled, too angry to fathom basic words, so she resorted to the universal language of violence. Her frustration got the better of her and she lashed out, her fist flying forward at lightning quick speed to crash into Loki’s face. She heard the young woman who was battling the Hulk yelling, but her body was paralysed with anger, all she wanted to do was pummel Loki’s face beyond recognition, Hulk be damned!
