To think it was actually Mjolnir?
Looking at Mjolnir resting steadily within Peter's hand, Loki's emotional state was complicated to the absolute extreme.
On one hand, he felt incredibly depressed that he, the grand God of Mischief, would suffer such a massive setback.
On the other hand, the mere thought that his brother's precious treasure was currently being held by a mortal—and seemingly brandished significantly more effortlessly than his brother ever could—made him feel exceptionally satisfied.
"Mortal! You will definitely regret this!"
After exerting effort to drop such a pale, empty parting phrase, Loki rolled his eyes and fainted flat out cold. As a "god," his level of squishiness could truly be deemed the disgrace of the gods...
At the exact same time Loki fainted out cold, Natasha, who was pulled into Peter's embrace, similarly harbored a complicated expression.
Peter hadn't allowed the opponent to kill her. Did this indicate that she actually still occupied a certain place within his heart? Furthermore, this was a life-saving favor; should she seize this opportunity to smoothly let something happen between them?
While Black Widow's mind was filled with a thousand swirling thoughts, she perceived that the warm embrace suddenly became empty. Peter had already released her. His mouth was still aggressively joking and teasing:
"Agent Natasha, it looks like you have been somewhat slack recently."
"Operating like this, can you truly complete the other missions I will hand over to you subsequently?"
"Furthermore, considering I just saved your life, can that favor I promised you previously be completely written off because of this?"
Peter merely wanted to play a joke with Natasha. After all, their previous pattern of interaction operated exactly like this; casually trading barbs and mouth-cannons wasn't something that started yesterday.
But the moment he uttered these words, Natasha's complexion shifted abruptly. An unprecedented rage instantly swept away all those romantic thoughts originally resting within her mind.
What did this bastard take her for? Did he truly view her in his eyes as a mercenary, profit-driven hypocrite?! Such a thought left Natasha furious and heartbroken. Therefore, she merely dropped a cold sentence:
"Suit yourself!"
Following that, she whipped her long red hair around, leaving the office right then and there.
Peter stared at her departing silhouette, left somewhat speechless for a moment. What was this supposed to mean? Was this how this woman treated her life-saver? Normally speaking, shouldn't she smoothly continue joking with him?
Then the atmosphere would gradually heat up; she would subconsciously look toward his lips, subsequently engage in a passionate kiss, and finally, after dropping a few exquisite pieces of smooth talk, pin him down on the spot like a hunting leopard?
As a highly experienced, top-tier female agent, who was she putting on this temperamental little girl routine for?
Harboring this thought, Peter subconsciously activated his Byakugan, intending to observe Natasha's expression after she walked out the door. Was she genuinely angry, or was she merely playing a game of hard-to-get?
However, when Peter unlocked his Byakugan, what he witnessed instead... was no angry cursing, and no smugness from waiting for the prey to take the bait.
Natasha merely walked to a deserted staircase corner all by herself, subsequently squatting down silently, curling her lonely self into a tight ball, acting exactly as if this were the only way she could barely squeeze out a shred of warmth...
Peter suddenly experienced an impulse to slap himself. I truly deserve to die!
He subconsciously stood up, even walking right to the doorway. But the exact split second he was about to push the door open, he retracted his hand once more.
Black Widow ultimately wasn't Gwen. He would completely lose the capacity to think because of Gwen's bleak sorrow, but Natasha... it could only be said it hadn't reached that level yet.
Therefore, rationality defeated the momentary impulse—he had only recently settled matters with Gwen and Felicia. Now, after merely running a trip to New Mexico, a Black Widow had already appeared beside him. How would those two girls look at him?
On the other hand... the one who flirts first is cheap! To put it bluntly, he still harbored the thought deep down of restricting his relationship with Black Widow strictly to that of lovers.
Aggressively pressing forward at this moment—heaven knew if it would cause thoughts that shouldn't exist to sprout within her heart. He didn't want to cruelly strip away hope again after bestowing it upon her.
Rather than causing that kind of secondary damage, it was better to let her recognize her position clearly from the very beginning.
Therefore... he could comfort her, and he could apologize. But not right now!
To cast a long line to catch a big fish, and better scoop treasures like the Destroyer and the Casket of Ancient Winters into his own hands, Peter didn't deploy a genuinely tight defense against Loki.
The room confining Loki appeared strictly guarded on the surface, but in reality, it was riddled with loopholes for Loki.
Upon waking up, Loki practically marched back to Asgard with an open, grand swagger. When departing, he was still triumphantly despising Peter in his heart:
"Ha, foolish Midgardian! Did you honestly believe those idiot mortals could keep a watch on the great God of Mischief? Purely naive! Mortal, you are destined to pay the price for your arrogance and conceit!"
Just as Loki was silently mocking Peter for being "devoid of schemes and lacking wisdom" in his heart, he suddenly discovered an anomaly... Wait! Where did Heimdall go? That guardian of the Bifrost would never leave the Bifrost without cause!
Loki detected an unusual scent. He didn't issue a massive, grand order to locate Heimdall, but quietly returned to the palace instead, secretly watching the direction where the Bifrost was located.
After waiting for a duration of merely a few minutes, he impressively witnessed Thor's four confidants: Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, and the goddess Sif! The four stealthily activated the Bifrost to descend to the lower realm.
As for Heimdall, the front feet of the four had just departed, and his hind feet returned to the Bifrost, completely ignoring the Bifrost energy that hadn't fully dissipated, putting on a front as if absolutely nothing had occurred.
Witnessing this scene, Loki's face instantly turned completely iron-green! Clearly, Heimdall had condoned, and even secretly authorized, the departure of the four! And his purpose for doing so was self-explanatory!
This fellow didn't recognize him as the new king! He had barely departed Asgard for a brief moment, yet this bastard wanted to welcome Thor back to overthrow him!
"Good! Highly excellent!"
Loki smiled, gnashing his teeth, subsequently marching with large strides toward the Asgardian vault, and extracted two items from within—the Destroyer and the Casket of Ancient Winters!
"Go slaughter those rebels and... my worthless brother!"
After issuing such a task to the Destroyer, Loki picked up the Casket of Ancient Winters, heading toward the Bifrost without a second thought.
"Loki?"
Seeing Loki approaching head-on, Heimdall couldn't resist losing his color from shock. "How could you?!"
At this moment, because Loki had touched the Casket of Ancient Winters, he had completely manifested the characteristic blue skin and red eyes unique to the Frost Giants!
"You refuse to even call me King?" Loki sneered, subsequently activating the Casket of Ancient Winters instantly.
The terrifying freezing air was something even Heimdall—the third strongest powerhouse of Asgard—couldn't resist. His gold-armored form was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.
"Fool, you brought this upon yourself!"
After leaving such a phrase behind, Loki quietly activated the Bifrost. Not long after, a massive batch of Frost Giants arrived in Asgard. And the leader of the crowd was impressively Loki's biological father—the King of the Frost Giants, Laufey!
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