Transform In The World Of Marvel

"It's not difficult to figure out what happens if you send Loki back to those monsters. They're either his friends or his enemies, and it doesn't take a bit of wisdom to figure out who it is."

Qin Feng looked confused. "I don't understand. 35

"Listen. If they're his friends, it's a bad idea to send him back, because you just put a crazy murderer. If they're his enemies, then you put him in eternal torment.

Black widow raised his eyebrows. "You're right, Clint!"

"It's always that surprising tone," Clint murmured, even though he didn't look particularly upset.

"I didn't expect you to be on the side of the reindeer game," Qin Feng said curiously.

"I'm not on his side. At least, I 'Seven Twenty Three' don't think I am, but you Asgards must be stupid to hand Loki to the Chitari and not expect this to happen. "5

Friga sighed. "Your words are wise, man of eagles. My husband listens well. But it's no use crying over the past." She looked at the horizon, the first rays of the sun on her majestic face. "We'll go back to the tower. Your green comrade is ready to bring Loki back to us. 35

Loki ran blindly, his feet holding him as far away as possible, cursing him as fast as he could. He didn't think and couldn't process what Qin Feng said; it was horrible, it was his darkest fear, the thought he wished he would never see reality. He didn't care where he ran, or the distance he traveled; there was only one impulse in his mind, and that was to run so far that they couldn't hurt him, and their cruel words couldn't destroy his will to live.

By the time Loki slowed down, exhausted, the sun had climbed over the horizon and lurched to a halt on the bank of a rocky creek. He fell to the ground panting, covering his ears as all the terrifying thoughts and words flooded into his mind as the movement ceased, easily overcoming his weak defensive Ability.

So I'm just another stolen relic?

He had to do it for Asgard's sake!

You are worthless, frost giant. Worthless, weak and pathetic.

No, Qin Feng said he was my friend and said other people don't hate me.

Friends? Giants of Jotunheim have no friends, you fool. Giants of Jotunheim are murderers and thieves - and you, are you any different? You, who wear Mr. Love's skin, how can you be better?

Odin just did the right thing.

I am nothing but a stolen relic.

I am nothing.

Loki lay on the ground whimpering, not paying attention to the arrival of the Hulk. With a loud bang, the Hulk sat next to Loki, reaching out and trying to stroke him with a huge amount of green hand. "Don't cry," he said, moving surprisingly gently. "Thunder people are mean."

Loki sniffed and stared blankly at the Hulk. He knew he should be afraid of the big green guy next to him, but he was too tired and depressed to care. "What does this have to do with you?" he muttered.

The Hulk glared at the running water. "You're sad," he replied, apparently thinking that was an adequate explanation. Loki looked at him in surprise for a moment, then returned to his pain. He continued to cry silently, trembling with pain, and the Hulk comforted his back with a large hand, waiting for Loki's grief.

"Where's your 'brother' Jorton Little? Why didn't he come to you? Why did your 'father' ignore your cries?" Thanos ran Loki's cheek with mocking tenderness, along The top of the muzzle ran over. "Have they given up on the wayward little prince?"

Being too weak to struggle, Loki closed his eyes, hoping Thanos would leave him alone, allow him to recover, and allow him to regain some strength before the next round of torture.

"Do you think it's strange that they didn't come to help you?" Thanos said to himself. "I don't know. They're right to think you're worthless. This is suffering for the benefit of all your spheres.35

Loki shuddered as Thanos' fingers dragged his neck and bare chest. "But I'm not ready to hand you over to the Death God, little prince. You're... delicious.

Loki squirmed in fear and trembling as Thanos' hand went down.... He tried to leave Thanos, but his hands were chained to the rock as Loki tried to avoid his greedy touch When touched, Thanos smiled wickedly. "Oh little prince, I haven't finished you yet. You will be a special death reward, but for now, you are mine"

Thanos' fingers curled around the edge of his pants. Loki's low shriek was lost in the barren rock.

As Loki calmed down, the sun began to drop in the sky, and his shaky sobs faded into a dry depression. His eyes were half-open, staring blankly, barely feeling the Hulk's hand on his back.

"Is it better now?" the Hulk asked, removing his hand and looking at Loki expectantly. Loki didn't respond, he didn't seem to hear. The Hulk shrugged and took Loki into the trunk File size arms, hugging his broad chest. "It's time to go home," he said without thinking, hobbling back to the far city.

Two teenage girls stood at the corner, chatting and giggling as they waited to cross the river. Their laughter echoed through the dark and desolate streets, the only sound except that rare taxi. Suddenly, one of the girls froze and motioned for the other to be quiet.

"Did you hear it?

"Listen to what?

Something came, walking with unnaturally heavy footsteps 2.5 times. The girls stared into the darkness, watching in horror as a huge amount of creature slammed down the street, green, at least eight feet high, holding something in its huge amounts of arms.

"Gosh," one of the girls squeaked, dropped the coffee, and ran away, her friend just a few steps behind her.

"They're afraid of me" The Hulk stopped at the crossroads and stared at the fleeing girls in confusion. "Why are they scared?" he asked, to Loki who was sleeping in his arms. Loki's barely audible snoring was his only reaction. The Hulk shrugged, shook his arms slightly, and walked across the street.

The top of Qin Feng's pagoda is clearly visible above nearby buildings as the Hulk staggers through the deserted streets. "Look? We're almost home," said the Hulk happily.