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A low rumble echoed through the air. The Avengers all tensed, fearing that perhaps there was a portal they missed. Perhaps there were more aliens about to descend upon New York. Perhaps they hadn’t quite captured Loki like they thought they had. Maybe he was still playing them, letting himself be captured again just so he can rip them apart once and for all.
What was most curious, though, was how even Loki looked like he was ready to run. Did that mean he wasn’t behind this? Or was he still behind the newest attack, but even he was scared of what was to come?
“Oh no,” Thor said, realizing what was to come.
“Oh no?” Tony repeated, eyebrows raised. If something could unnerve the literal god in front of them after everything that just happened...He wasn’t sure he was quite ready to face the threat himself. He looked at Loki, who’s eyes had gone wide as he seemed to realize the same thing as Thor. “What do you mean, oh no?”
“I might not be taking Loki back to Asgard alive after she’s done with him.”
“She?” Natasha said, raising an eyebrow. “Care to enlighten us on who she is?”
The rumble grew louder and louder, until the door flew open and revealed a truly terrifying woman. Much like Thor and Loki, you were adorned in metals and leather. You were a deep blue tunic with a black pants, golden armor covering you. Your gaze was cold, zeroed in on the captured god, paying no heed to the Avengers.
“LOKI!” you shouted, raising your spear as if you were ready to throw it at Loki’s head.
Thor stepped in the way, raising his hands, and said as calmly as he could, “Lady Y/N, it’s under control. Loki’s not going to be doing anything foolish.”
“Because he’s already humiliated himself in this baseless attempt to overtake Midgard,” you said. “I just want to talk to him.”
“I have known you since we were young, Lady Y/N. You don’t make entrances like this if all you wish to do is talk.”
You growled at him, baring your teeth, brushing past him, continuing your pursuit to the god who shrank against the wall.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Tony said, holding his hands up, stepping slightly in your path so that you would turn your attention to him but not enough that it would be his head on the end of your spear. “Who are you? You can’t just come in here, guns a-blazing—er, spears a-pointing?—and do whatever you want.”
You stopped in your tracks, looking Tony up and down. “I do not think you have much room to talk about—what was it you said? guns a-blazing—when you are a mere metal man.”
“That doesn’t answer who you are,” Tony said.
“I am Y/N of Asgard, and I have been burdened with a foolish husband,” you said with a dramatic roll of your eyes. You stood tall, eyes narrowing at the people in front of you. They were valiant heroes, you’d gathered. If they had managed to put an end to Loki’s destruction, they were either heroes or reckless fools. But now they were standing in your way. “Move.”
“Ma’am, we can’t let you—” Steve said, taking a step towards you, shielding you from Loki.
“I said to move and you would be wise to listen.”
Steve’s face turned pink. “We can’t—”
“You can, and you will.” You looked back at Thor, raising a brow. He shifted on his feet, trying to avoid your gaze. “Tell your friends to stand down.”
“You all would do well to not be on the bad side of the goddess of war,” Thor said, eyes flicking towards Loki. “Sorry, brother.”
Loki’s eyes were wide as he watched you walk up to him. Good, you thought. If he was so foolish as to do this, he should know that he must suffer from the consequences of his actions.
“You are an idiot, husband,” you said. “Yes, you have been destined for a throne. It is your birthright, one that was cruelly taken away from you by the Allfather. But that does not mean you can invade Midgard, or any other realm for that matter, and take what is not yours. I have loved you and I have respected you for as long as I have known you, but that love and respect is waning. Has this always been your plan? To make us think you died so that you can have your worthless throne? Is a throne really worth all of this? You were a good man before. What has changed?”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but the metal covering his mouth prevented him.
“I thought the world of you, husband. You were mischievous, sure, but you were kind and caring. When you sat on the throne in Thor’s absence, you were a good king. I cannot deny that. You were certainly born for the role. But something’s gotten into your head, and I will never be able to understand what has made you change. But know this: I will never forgive you for what harm you have caused this planet. What harm you have caused I and your family. I never thought I would have to say this, but I hope Odin gives you the worst punishment he can muster.”
“Damn,” Tony said, letting out a low whistle. He raised a brow as he looked at Loki. “Looks like karma’s slapped someone right in the face.”
“Not yet,” you said, “but I am tempted.” You looked at Thor. “Is it time to go?”
He nodded. “We were just about to finish up here.”
“Very well. Do what you must.” You looked over at Steve, presuming him to be the man in charge. “I apologize for intruding. But I am sure you understand why I had to.”
The blond man nodded. “As long as you don’t come at us like that, I have no issue with your presence.”
“A smart man. I am glad to know those still exist.” Perhaps it was just the part of you that wanted Loki to feel the pain you experienced, or perhaps it something about the Midgardian man himself, but you found yourself stepping forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You fought a good fight, my valiant soldier.”
His cheeks tinted pink as he looked around the room. “Um, you’re welcome, ma’am. Anyone would have done the same.”
“Clearly not everyone.” You looked back at Loki, who’s eyes were clouded with anger. Then, you looked to Thor. “Let me know when we will be leaving.”
And, as you left the room, Clint looked at everyone, finally saying, “Okay, what the fuck just happened?”