"You're stupid enough to feel good about yourself."

Blaine kept mocking: "Let's not mention that I can make the flame go out—so what if I can't?"

"Please, look at yourself, in such a mess."

"With all that time spent taking care of yourself, what do you have to tempt me to follow you? Don't apply your stupid thinking to others.""

The ridicule stung.

Loki's expression turned livid. He turned around abruptly and waved his hands, shouting:

"Shut up! You lowly creature!"

"You're just a lowly creature! A lowly creature that loves money!"

"I'm a god~! Let me tell you!"

"You—you were born to be enslaved by me! Why? Why do you dare resist me?"

"I will not be stopped by the resistance of ants!"

Loki, with bruises all over his body, was already a little out of breath.

Looking at Blaine in front of him, he roared angrily, eyes fierce, trying to vent the rage he had suppressed just now.

No way.

He had thought Midgard was just a very easy-to-handle planet, but who would have thought there would be an Avengers organization—and his dear brother was even a member of it.

The Avengers had been broken apart by painstaking tricks, but they reorganized and fought better than ever.

But that wasn't the worst part.

What infuriated Loki most was that the person he thought would be the easiest to manipulate had become his biggest threat.

Why?

In Loki's eyes, these guys were just mortals with some strength.

And he was a real god.

Mortals and gods are like ants and humans; no matter how, an ant cannot kill a person—that was Loki's idea.

But it turned out the opponent was not an ant, but a hungry wolf.

And Loki was furious.

"Tch~~~ Then you, a god, may not be as frightening as a dog."

At this time—

Accompanied by a roar—

Tony, the flying guy, was the first to return to the Stark Building.

Wearing the Mark VII, Tony lifted his mask, drew out his voice, winked, and said playfully:

"You stupid mortal!"

Loki shook his hand violently and shouted angrily: "Damn iron monster!"

"Yeah, I am a mortal too."

Tony wasn't angry at being called that. He walked to the bar in his armor, took a bottle of wine from the cabinet in full view, poured himself a glass, and drank. Then, waving his hand indifferently, he said: "Leave me alone, I'm just thirsty."

Blaine have to say, Tony was a real gem.

One word: flamboyant.

Blaine turned to look at Tony, a little helpless.

No matter how serious the scene, Tony had a way of making it absurd.

That was just his style.

"Ahhhhh!"

Being ignored only made Loki's rage boil hotter.

But Loki was still Loki.

The anger lasted only a moment before he regained his composure.

"Ah."

His eyes darted around the room.

He needed something—anything—that could give him the upper hand before more Avengers returned.

Right now, it was only Blaine and Tony. In a few seconds, when the rest arrived, it might be too late.

As a god, Loki had a sharp eye.

It landed on the scepter.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his face lighting with joy.

Taking advantage of Blaine's "not paying attention," Loki, who had just claimed to be a god, didn't care about his dignity at all—he rolled on the floor like a lazy donkey, snatching up the scepter in an instant.

Kneeling on one knee, Loki held the scepter in his right hand.

The moment he touched it, feeling the energy inside, he swelled.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Loki stood, raised the scepter high, and pointed it arrogantly at Blaine and Tony. "I will show you the power of the gods!"

This scepter contained the Mind Stone—it was indeed the power of the gods.

A pity that, with Loki's strength, he couldn't fully wield it. Otherwise, he could have directly controlled all the Avengers aboard the ship, instead of just slowly influencing them with the Mind Stone.

Still, it was powerful enough for him to boast.

However, before his voice even faded—

There came a roar. A huge green figure smashed through the window, driving a fist hard into Loki's chest, sending him crashing into the wine cabinet behind the bar.

Caught off guard, the scepter flew from Loki's hand and clattered aside.

"My wine!"

Tony glared. "Banner's paying for that after this!"

As if you're short on wine or money for that matter… Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Roar!!!"

The Hulk grabbed Loki in one massive hand, roaring wildly, saliva spraying Loki's face like rain.

"Get your hands off me, you green monster!" Loki screamed. "I'm a god! You can't—"

He never finished.

The "god" had dared resist.

Noticing the "bug" in his grip struggling, Hulk grew more enraged and seized Loki's feet.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Over and over, Loki was smashed against the floor and walls like a rag doll, leaving dents and holes wherever he landed.

In front of Hulk, Loki had no ability to resist at all.

Left, right—up, down—

It went on for a while—

"Hulk! Stop!"

Rumble!

With the sound of thunder, Thor appeared, Mjolnir in hand.

He looked at Loki, still being smashed around, and called quickly: "Don't kill him! I will bring him back to Asgard for trial!"

Hulk glanced at Thor, snorted through his nose, and finally slammed Loki down one last time.

Bang

Loki lay stunned.

Flat on the ground, arms crossed over his chest, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

".....Puny God," Hulk muttered.

Thor sighed in relief and stepped forward to secure Loki.

But as he passed, Hulk—still itching for a fight—suddenly punched, sending the unprepared Thor flying out the window.

"Ah~~~!"

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