After drinking the Felix Felicis, Thor felt as though the world had transformed into a harmonious symphony. Everything seemed perfectly aligned, as though he was in control of his destiny. Even the sight of the armored man in front of him and the green-skinned giant behind him failed to surprise him.
Thor felt at peace—confident, content, and full of admiration for the world around him. His instincts whispered that staying with these people would lead to great things.
"Hello, I am Thor," he said warmly, a smile lighting up his face. "The great prince of Asgard. I am here to capture Loki, return him to Asgard, and ensure he faces justice."
Thor's words were accompanied by a tone of kindness and sincerity. Tony Stark, the Hulk, Black Widow, and Captain America exchanged confused glances. Thor's confident demeanor and magnetic presence were hard to ignore, though his introduction left them slightly bewildered.
Thor continued, his voice brimming with conviction. "Now, we are comrades in arms. Stopping Loki, closing the space wormhole, and protecting Midgard—your Earth—are our shared goals. Together, we can achieve this."
Tony opened his mouth, ready with a sarcastic remark, but Thor turned to Snape. "Professor Snape, Lockhart and I are good friends. You know this. Together, we have a way to find Loki's location."
Thor's intuition guided him, and he instinctively included Lockhart in his explanation.
Tony paused, lowering his retort as he shifted his gaze to Snape, curious about the claim.
Snape nodded slightly, his expression measured. "Thor is correct. He knows Lockhart well and stands the best chance of locating Loki."
Snape's calm endorsement surprised the group. As someone familiar with the effects of the Felix Felicis, he recognized Thor's behavior—brimming with confidence and inspiration. The potion was working as intended, subtly guiding Thor's actions toward success.
"Thor, God of Thunder, I know you," Natasha Romanoff said firmly. "The situation is dire, and we don't have time to waste. Tell us, how do we capture Loki?"
Her tone was sharp and urgent. After everything she had endured—her fight with the mind-controlled Hawkeye and the harrowing details of Loki's plan—Natasha felt the weight of time pressing on her.
"Relax," Thor said gently, his composure unshaken. "To capture Loki, we need teamwork. My instincts tell me that our success depends on each of us fulfilling a role."
He turned to Tony, gesturing toward the lounge. "First, we need a complete map of this building."
Tony raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched into his features. "A map? You think a map is going to help us catch Loki?"
Thor shifted his gaze to Snape, his instincts telling him that the professor would support him. Sure enough, Snape spoke up.
"Tony, trust Thor. Trusting him now is the fastest way to achieve our goal."
Tony hesitated, but Snape's reputation, combined with the mention of Lockhart, swayed him. "Fine. Jarvis, display the floor plans for Stark Tower."
A soft, reassuring voice responded, "Certainly, sir."
Buzz!
Small red orbs emerged from the wall, projecting a three-dimensional image of the building. Each floor was highlighted in vivid detail, forming a miniature blueprint of Stark Tower.
Tony crossed his arms. "There's your map, Thunder God. Now tell me—where's Loki?"
Thor studied the projection briefly, his instincts kicking in. With certainty, he began outlining a plan.
"We need to divide our efforts. First, someone should head to the 12th floor. That's where Loki is likely to have set a trap. Tony, you're the best choice for that."
He pointed to Natasha and Clint. "You two should secure the 9th floor. Stay together; don't split up under any circumstances."
Finally, Thor turned to the Hulk. "Mr. Giant, the 8th floor balcony is where you'll be most effective. Spend some time there—it's vital."
Hulk scratched his head, uncertain but moved by Thor's sincerity and warmth. After a moment, he nodded.
Tony, however, wasn't so easily swayed. "First of all, it's Tony Stark. You can call me Iron Man if you want, but let's get something straight—you don't just hand out orders like this. What's your reasoning?"
Thor met Tony's gaze without flinching. "I understand your skepticism, Tony. You don't have to trust me, but trust Lockhart. This plan is based on magic—guidance from forces beyond comprehension."
Though Tony was still dubious, the mention of Lockhart gave him pause. He had enough experience with magic to know it was often unpredictable but undeniably effective.
Natasha, Clint, Hulk, and Steve listened intently. They didn't need much convincing—the mention of Lockhart's involvement eased any doubts they had.
"Please," Thor said earnestly. "Together, we can stop Loki."
Tony sighed, finally relenting. "Alright, I'll go to the 12th floor. Let's see where this takes us." Activating his suit, he flew out of the room and down the building.
Natasha and Clint exchanged a glance before introducing themselves to Thor.
"Natasha Romanoff."
"Clint Barton. Call me Hawkeye."
They left shortly after, heading to their assigned floor.
Hulk, still unsure, gave Thor a firm pat on the shoulder before lumbering away toward the balcony.
That left Steve Rogers and Snape. Steve hadn't been given an assignment and remained standing off to the side.
Thor turned to the pair with a satisfied smile. His instincts told him the next step. "Snape, Steve—we need to contact Lockhart now. That's our next move."
Snape raised an eyebrow, considering Thor's words carefully. He understood the effects of the Felix Felicis. As irrational or improbable as Thor's suggestions might seem, they demanded trust. After all, wizarding tradition had long proven the uncanny reliability of this potion's guidance.
Snape prepared to contact Lockhart, his wand poised to send a message.
Stark Tower, 12th Floor
Loki reclined on a luxurious sofa, a glass of red wine in hand. He swirled the liquid idly, savoring its aroma, as a smug smile crept across his face.
The open wormhole had tipped the scales in his favor. With every passing moment, more troops poured through the portal. Victory was inevitable.
"This is almost too easy," Loki mused, his voice laced with satisfaction. His thoughts drifted to Asgard. With Thor out of the picture, his ascension to the throne would be unstoppable. In his mind's eye, he saw himself standing tall, the Eternal Spear Gungnir in hand, crowned as the rightful king of Asgard.
The mere thought sent a shiver of delight down his spine.
Boom!
A sudden crash of glass shattered his reverie.
"Tsk, tsk. Thor was right—you're here," a cold voice rang out.
Loki turned to see Tony Stark stepping through the broken window, his armor gleaming under the dim light. Weapons hummed to life on Tony's arms as his palms glowed with charged energy.
"Loki, hand over the scepter," Tony demanded, his tone firm and uncompromising.
Loki raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Thor? He told you I was here? When did my idiot brother become so clever?"
Tony didn't answer. He raised his hand, and a repulsor blast shot toward the sofa where Loki sat. The furniture exploded in a burst of fire and debris, but Loki's figure flickered and vanished.
"A phantom clone," Tony muttered, lips pressed into a thin line.
"Jarvis, activate the infrared scanner, the magic detection module, and thermal imaging. Now."
"Right away, sir," Jarvis replied smoothly.
Tony's helmet turned toward an empty wall where Jarvis reported abnormal magical fluctuations. Without hesitation, his machine gun roared to life, spraying bullets at the target.
The wall splintered under the onslaught, revealing a green shield shimmering faintly. Behind it, Loki glared daggers at Tony, his defensive barrier absorbing the brunt of the assault.
"You'll regret this, Stark," Loki hissed. "If you fall into my hands, I'll ensure your suffering is legendary."
Tony's response was a pair of micro-missiles that streaked across the room and detonated with a deafening explosion. Smoke and dust filled the air.
When the debris settled, the room was empty. Loki had vanished again.
Stark Tower, 9th Floor
Green light flashed as Loki materialized on the 9th floor. His face twisted in anger as he cursed Tony Stark under his breath.
Before he could regain his composure, a series of sharp whistles filled the air. Four black arrows streaked toward him, embedding themselves in the surrounding walls.
Electricity crackled, and the space around Loki grew unstable.
"Space interference arrows," Loki muttered, his expression darkening. The specialized arrows, courtesy of Hawkeye, disrupted teleportation magic, leaving him effectively grounded.
Hawkeye and Natasha exchanged glances, exhilaration gleaming in their eyes. Their timing had been impeccable.
"Loki," Hawkeye said, drawing his bow taut, "I owe you one for the mind control. Let's settle the score."
Explosive arrows rained down on Loki, who barely managed to conjure a golden shield with his scepter. Sparks flew as the projectiles detonated, straining the magical barrier.
Natasha joined the fray, unleashing a hail of bullets aimed at Loki.
"Natasha, watch out for the scepter!" Hawkeye warned. "He uses it to channel his spells—don't let him get close."
Loki's frustration mounted as his shield began to falter. What rotten luck, he thought bitterly. His teleportation was restricted, his defensive magic was draining rapidly, and his enemies knew his tactics too well.
Glancing toward the balcony, Loki formulated a plan. If I can just reach the edge, I'll have enough distance to escape.
With a final wave of his scepter, Loki reinforced his shield and made a break for the balcony. The glass shattered as he stepped through, turning to deliver a parting threat.
"When I conquer Earth, you two will wish for death!" Loki sneered, leaping into the night.
Stark Tower, 8th Floor
Loki's landing was anything but graceful. He hit the balcony hard, only to find himself face-to-face with the Hulk, who stared at him curiously.
The two locked eyes for a tense moment before the Hulk grabbed Loki like a rag doll, lifting him effortlessly.
"Unhand me, you brainless brute!" Loki screeched, his regal facade crumbling. "I am Loki, prince of Asgard! Release me, or you will face my wrath!"
The Hulk responded with a cold glare before slamming Loki into the ground with a force that shook the entire floor.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Loki was pummeled repeatedly, his protests drowned out by the sound of destruction. The floor cracked under the Hulk's relentless assault, leaving Loki dazed and defeated.
As Loki lay limp, groaning in disbelief, the Hulk sneered. "Puny god."
The door to the balcony burst open, revealing Steve Rogers, Snape, Natasha, Clint, Tony, and Thor.
"Loki," Thor said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me."
Loki's eyes flickered with defiance as he looked toward the sky. "Mephisto!" he shouted desperately. "Why don't you act already?!"
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