Transform In The World Of Marvel

Loki stared intently at his hand, a warmth on his face, smiling despite his fear. "I-thank you," he whispered.

Qin Feng shrugged. "That's what friends do."

"Friends," Loki whispered thoughtfully.

"Who wants to talk to me next?" Odin asked wearily, turning to his scribe.

"Ah, next one is. He didn't say his name, sir."

"I see." Odin nodded. "Let's talk privately."

The scribe raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, picked up the scroll and left the hall. Odin returned to his throne. "You can go in.

Another Asgard's disguise is convincing, but not complete; his icy eyes clash with his smooth face, and his thick, biting hands are still clear under his fair skin "Seven Zero Seven" visible.

Odin bowed his head. "Speak freely and no one will hear. 39

"Are you sure?" The other walked slowly to the throne, looking at his father in a scheming way.

"Why don't I do it?

The other stopped and faced Odin. His lips curved into a sinister grin, revealing hideous fangs. "There is a traitor among you.

As the sky darkened and the noise on the street darkened, Qin Feng sat on a bench in the laboratory, fiddling with a pile of wires and a pile of scrap metal. He escapes to his studio, while Pepper arranges for Loki's new room (she and Banner have decided to remove him from the infirmary). Qin Feng felt tired and a little sore from the fight earlier that day, and he relaxed in solitude.

He was startled by the noise of the elevator doors opening. He sighed angrily, turned and lunged at the guest, but was taken aback to see Loki limping out of the elevator, leaning against the wall for support.

"You should be upstairs, not walking," said 39 Qin Feng, and Loki stumbled forward, his eyes wide open and keen curiosity penetrating all the details of the workshop.

"Can't sleep," Loki muttered, holding a table in one hand and the other. Is that the point of Thor's cloak?

Qin Feng grabbed a stool and pushed it towards Loki, whose knees were trembling dangerously. Loki sat tentatively, eyes still wandering the workshop. Qin Feng gestured to the cloth. "Why are you still holding that?"

Loki nervous, hands clenched around the red shards. "Thor," he murmured.

"Where's Thor?" Qin Feng pulled up another stool and sat next to Loki.

"He-he didn't come.

Qin Feng's forehead wrinkled. "when?

Loki swallowed and looked at the cloth, as if every bloodstain was familiar. "When I was banished—" He closed his eyes, trembling in the memory. "When they brought me back, I. I beg Thor not-don't do it.

"He doesn't listen."

"He asked them to take me" A tear was etched on Loki's cheek; Qin Feng, even though he had to grind the cloth with an iron fist.

"Does he know this is going to happen?" Qin Feng asked angrily.

"I—I don't know. I can't ask.

"They don't even let you talk? 66

Loki shook his head and Roar shuddered. "No one listens to the Frost Giant.

"That's it." Qin Feng shook his head. "Loki, maybe we weren't your biggest fans a year ago, but even then, we wouldn't let something like this happen to you." You're a "frost giant," whatever that is, doesn't mean a damn thing.

Who are we to judge? I mean, my company used to provide weapons to terrorists. Banner becomes a nearly uncontrollable killer when he gets angry. Natasha Romanoff lived by killing people before joining the shield. Captain - he's a saint, but he'll tell you. Here, your reputation is based on your choices, not your family tree. 66

Loki smiled sadly and said: "You're kind, but my choices - hardly my blood.

"Fake. As any stupid person can tell you, you've been forced into this whole New York thing, and you haven't tried to do anything since you got here three days ago. Honestly, Frost Giant what exactly is it?"

"Did Thor not explain? I think he will. He used to boast when he was young that he-he would kill them all."

Qin Feng grimaced. "Oh"

"Well, none of us know. Except Foss—the king and queen.... All Asgard know that the Frost Giants are savage, cruel monsters. Loki tried to sound contemptuous, but his voice was heavy. pain and suffering.

Qin Feng sighed. It was something he should have said to make Loki feel better and stop hating himself, but it was easier said than done. "Loki, I'm not good at healing emotions. Remember, none of us judge you by your race. Most of us here suck and we need a second chance, just like you

By now, you're driving rehab out of the park. I don't think you've ever made a single threat or declared a glorious goal since you came here. ".

Loki looked at the floor, thin lips twisted upward in a grateful smile. "Thank you, Qin Feng," he said calmly.

"By the way, how did you get here? You just fell on the roof and we didn't think about anything. But now I do think about it, it's really weird. How did you come to earth, More precisely, on my house? 35

"I'm not sure," Loki replied, frowning. "I think - I don't know - Heimdall did it.

"Who is Heimdall?"

"Our janitor. The man standing on the Twin Frost River. I think he saved me. Although I don't know why.

"Why? Because you were tortured, that's why.

"I deserve it," Loki said sadly.

Qin Feng groaned. "Okay, enough. You don't deserve it. Got it? I hereby forbid you from thinking you deserve it."

"It's not easy," Loki replied, smiling slightly even though there was still pain in his eyes.

"Well, time heals all wounds, or heel wounds. One of them. When it comes to time, it's past your bedtime. Pepper will have aneurysms."

Loki bit his lip. "You wouldn't tell her, would you?"

"Definitely not. Come on, I'll take you upstairs." Qin Feng helped Loki stand up, let God lean on him, and walked all the way to the bedroom. Once inside, Loki almost collapsed on the bed, a tired look on his pale face. Banner was still in the bedroom, dozing off on the chair.