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The Avengers: Tainted Love	By : ParadoxdelaPaladino Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Fandom of Avengers or anything Marvel. I do not own the characters. I make no profit, money, etc. from it. I own nothing. :)

Author’s Note: I have not seen the Avenger’s movie just so that I can finish the plot (not the story) without changing anything.

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~*~

In droves, the aliens fell from the sky and descended upon the civilians like a plague of locusts, destroying anything in their path. A news crew had set up their cameras with the expectation of commenting on the mundane weather but now turned their cameras on the scene at hand, streaming it live back to the station.

Debris began to surround the air and penetrate the lungs of those who ran for their lives. Screaming was useless, but people voiced their fear as if the action could make the situation better. Some people broke down completely, giving up and sobbing before being ripped apart by emotionless aliens.

Faces of distraught women, confused children, and frantic men flashed on screens throughout the city, causing people to pause in their everyday activities and stare in shock. In light of the breaking news, the government responded swiftly by sending squads to Manhattan. Tanks rolled in towards the enemy; recruits emerged from somewhere nearby and formed lines, taking aim as they fired towards the aliens.

Nearby, a man absorbed by his delicious bagel walked obliviously down Broadway Avenue, unaware of the surrounding situation. He briefly stopped chewing when he spotted billows of smoke spiraling upwards. Through force of habit, he dug into his pocket for his phone and dialed.

“Hey, do you have any idea what that smoke is?” He asked his commander, by passing any unnecessary chit-chat.

“Some sort of alien army has landed,” Fury growled into the receiver, clearly irritated with the news. Coulson could hear people scrambling in the background as Fury alternated between talking to him and shouting orders. By now, the Avenger’s headquarters probably resemble the rambunctious floor of the NYMEX rather than an orderly military base.

“What do we do?” Coulson asked between bites of his bagel.

“Are you . . . Are you eating?” Fury sneered, diverting his full attention to his subordinate.

“I don’t see why a good bagel should go to waste,” Coulson remarked, hearing an intake of breath. He could almost envision Fury’s one good eye twitch in irritation.

“Can you assemble the team? I’m a little caught up at the moment.”

“Sure,” Coulson answered, shoveling the last bit of his bagel into his mouth.

“Good. Dr. Banner is almost finished with the containment field. I will send him in a little while.”

“To downtown I’m assuming?” Coulson stared into the sky at the dark smoke drifting towards him.

“Correct.”

“Alright then, talk to you later.”

Click.

Coulson took a sip of his coffee and dialed his fellow comrades. Finally, a very annoyed “Yes” ended the monotonous dial tone.

“Natasha!”

“Let me guess. I need to leave my bath?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing important. We’re just being invaded by aliens,” he heard silence on the other line and imagined himself dodging the daggers he was sure Natasha would throw if she were nearby.

“Where?”

“Downtown. Seriously, you can’t hear it?”

He heard Natasha sigh as she dragged herself out of the bath that she was clearly enjoying. “I’ll be there.”

“Well don’t come too late to the party!”

Click.

After a few power-dials, Steve finally picked up. Coulson assumed the man remained wary of the devices of this age but at the mention of an invasion he quickly discarded the phone and ran to get his suit.

Thor’s phone went straight to voicemail, but being the clever man that he was, Coulson dialed Jane. Fortunately, Thor was with her and was able to respond quickly. He immediately engaged his hammer to fly to New York. Coulson could only hope that hammer “flight time” would be shorter than regular flight time. Otherwise, Thor would not be in downtown for hours and might arrive to find that there was no longer a Manhattan to save.

Clint answered his phone on the first ring and after hearing about the invasion; he placed his beloved Chocolate Cheerios on the table and geared up.

As usually, Tony Stark was a pain in the ass. Not only did he clearly enjoy ignoring all calls and orders from anyone associated with S.H.I.E.L.D., but he also loved to do a disappearing act once in a while. Coulson had to do another roundabout trick. He bypassed calling Tony and got a hold of Pepper instead, who informed him that in order to avoid his meetings, Tony had jumped aboard a cruise ship with a well-stocked bar and casino. Knowing her boss would do such a thing, Pepper had followed him. After Coulson informed her of the invasion, she stormed into the private casino, surprising the tipsy billionaire and proceeded to pull him towards the exit by his ear.

~*~

Tony Stark flew towards New York with his heart racing and adrenaline pumping. Ever since the incident with Whiplash, his life had been quiet and Loki’s intervening had been the only excitement in his life. Granted, anything to do with Loki somehow always involved broken limbs and damaged cars, but it was still better than hiding under his office desk, avoiding Pepper. Tony grinned as he thought of the smug god. He definitely needed to blow off some steam. With his suit upgraded and repaired, he would sufficiently pay back the miserable bastard for all the things he’d done.

As he neared the city, pillars of smoke caught his attention and he flew in their direction. From his position in the sky, Tony saw Thor and Steve battling with strange humanoid creatures. With his interest piqued, he jetted towards them.

Upon landing, Thor swung his hammer, almost bludgeoning Tony in the processes. Luckily, he realized his mistake just in time. At seeing another ally, Thor quickly slapped him on the shoulder in greeting, bellowing, “Man of Iron! Welcome to the battle!” Excitement filled his eyes as he bashed another alien. Now that he was on the ground, Tony got a better look at their enemy.

“Thor! I didn’t know you had more relatives.” Tony watched as Thor took his question at face value, his brow wrinkling in confusion. He stood there and smacked an alien in the head absent mindedly as he thought. Finally, he released a large laugh. “A jest!” he remarked before spotting a group of aliens climbing a building and ran in their direction.

“Tony!”

At the sound of Steve’s voice, Tony turned to see a bright flash of blue, red and white run towards him. Disheveled and breathless, Steve stopped in front of Tony and pointed upward. “We need to go to that building.”

At hearing Steve using a commanding tone, Tony suddenly felt irritated and his ego did not allow him to even look in the direction Steve was pointing. Instead, Tony chose to hover in the area, “I can’t hear you!” As soon as Tony saw Steve take a large breath and attempt to relay the information to him again, he stretched out his arms with his palms pointing downwards and began spinning around, looking for all the world like an iron ballerina. He blasted any aliens stupid enough to get near him. He heard angry shouting over the sounds of his blasts, but knowing that they were coming from Steve, Tony continued to spin around in circles.

Feeling the alcohol rising from the pit of his stomach, Tony stopped spinning and barely contained the bile that threatened to travel in an upward direction. He quickly ducked to avoiding Steve’s flying shield. “Hey! I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“Enough of your joking, we’re in a war!” Steve yelled as he retrieved his shield from a dead alien. At that moment, Thor suddenly reappeared near his comrades and shouted to Tony, “Man of Iron, we must fight these foes as a team.”

“Where are the others?”

“Natasha and Clint are closing off the perimeter. They’re helping the civilians escape while attacking any creatures that try to get by,” Steve answered before hurling his shield at a large group, effectively decapitating them. “Bruce should be on his way.”

Meanwhile, Tony blasted a few aliens into a nearby building and Thor let loose his hammer on those that dared stay alive.

“Hey, since Thor and I can fly, I think it’s best that we try to destroy the backup dancers they keep sending down here,” Tony pointed towards the aircraft. Before Tony finished his statement, Thor took off.

“I will stay here and destroy all I can,” Steve agreed.

“You sure you can handle them on your own down here?” Tony asked as he heard the hum of his boosters come to life.

“Yeah, no problem. The Hulk should be near.”

As soon as he flew into the air, Tony heard the tell-tale roar of the Hulk and for a moment stopped his ascent to get a good look at the creature. The Hulk was climbing the Chrysler building, batting at any aliens near him like a green King Kong. Tony watched as Steve got the Hulk’s attention and then pointed to a group of aliens climbing the opposite building and screamed, “Hulk! Smash!”

Grinning, the Hulk jumped backwards from his current position, smashing into the building next to them and turned the unlucky aliens into cosmic road kill. With a chuckle, Tony resumed his flight, flying past Thor who seemed preoccupied with a huddle of aliens buzzing around him. He moved his palms in front of him and blasted any aliens blocking his path. As he neared the belly of the aircraft he noticed the remaining aliens dropping before the latch began to close.

“Oh no you don’t!” Tony shouted as he accelerated towards the ship. Amidst the sea of falling aliens, Tony watched the ship simply disappear. Stunned, he continued accelerating until he flew by the place where the ship once was, unwilling to accept that something so large could just vanish. He felt one of the aliens latch onto his back and begin clawing at him. Suddenly, his boosters shut off and he found himself descending rapidly towards the ground.

As he quickly approached the asphalt at an alarming rate, he attempted once again to activate his suit but to no avail. Seconds before his impact, his boosters resumed their function and he blasted himself and the alien into a building.

Recovering from his harsh landing, Tony removed himself from the wreckage before scanning the area. From the looks of it, he crashed into a regular office building. Pieces of leather chairs and cubicles were strewn about as well as parts of his attacker.

Satisfied at the destruction of his foe, Tony blasted towards the hole in the window only to bounce off. Stunned, he tried to escape the room a few more times before stopping his fruitless effort.

“Loki,” he announced to the room.

“You catch on pretty quick. For a mortal, that is,” a voice sneered behind him.

~*~

With the grace of a cat, Natasha vaulted over the tanks, launching herself towards the aliens currently assaulting injured military personnel. She sneaked behind one, neatly snapping his neck and spun around to shoot another in his chest. One alien grabbed her in a headlock from behind.

Instantaneously, she begun kicking him in the shin and elbowing him in the face before whirling around to shoot him dead. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, she felt a kick to her back which sent her inside the top of an overturned tank.

Before the latch snapped shut, Natasha glimpsed her twin staring back at her in a crouched position. She began to feel claustrophobic as struggled to open the locked lid. She felt herself being pulled downward and glances below to see a dark portal. In desperation, she continued to claw at the tightly closed latch before the portal sucked her in. Moments later, the latch simply popped open with her clone nowhere in sight.

After witnessing the real version of her becoming locked in a tank, False Natasha smirked as she bounded towards a group of frightened civilians. Adding a sweet lilt to her tone, she beckoned to them, “Over here! Hide in there!” She pointed to a building and watched the expressions of the scared men, women and children turn from despair to a sense of hope at the sight of her. They quickly turned from their path of escape and huddled inside a nearly demolished building.

False Natasha bounded away and collected a few grenades strewn about in the street. She gathered them in her arms before standing in front of the building containing the terrified people. With a bounce to her voice, she asked, “Ready?” Before unpinning the grenades and launching them at the building. Looks of terror consumed the people’s faces as some attempted to escape the onslaught of grenades flying towards them. Within seconds, the dilapidated building no longer stood and the people within the walls no longer screamed.

~*~

Meanwhile, Steve ran from rooftop to rooftop, launching his shield at any aliens in his path. At a whirling sound, he turned around only to be struck by an exact replica of his shield. From his position on the ground, Steve craned his neck to look at the culprit. Like a recurring nightmare, his clone stood a few feet away from him, this time donning his current bright red, blue and white uniform. Quickly recovering from the blow, Steve stood up and launched his shield. His opponent caught it effortlessly before letting it clatter to the ground.

Forgoing his usual tactic of talking before fighting, Steve charged head-on. Both fighters seem evenly matched before the clone used one of the shields lying on the ground to knock Steve’s feet from underneath him before throwing him into the alley below. Grinning, the clone watched Steve fall into a vortex which closed neatly after him. The clone picked up the remaining shield before running towards the civilians.

Clint watched the scene from his perch and briefly stopped firing down into the mass of aliens still clambering up the building. Distracted by the scene, Clint did not hear an arrow whirring and only noticed when the arrow went through his hand. At the unexpected pain, Clint lost his grip on the bow and watched in horror as it fell to the ground below. He pivoted around only to have his copy grab him by his vest and hurl him into the wall behind them.

Unfortunately, Clint failed to move in time as his copy shot a barrage of arrows, neatly pinning him to the wall. Before he had a chance to comprehend the current situation, Clint saw the arrows manifest into dark tentacles before enveloping him. Within moments, Clint disappeared and the clone moved on his way as he effortlessly jumped from the window and onto a rooftop.

“Look! It’s Captain America! We’re saved!” A voice screamed from below as people glimpsed False Steve standing on a ledge, looking down at them. The fleeing crowd came to an abrupt halt as Captain America’s name resonated in their ears. They stood below him, gazing upwards, awaiting him to leap into action to protect them, as he has always done. Instead, False Steve let out a menacing laugh before launching his shield diagonally at the people, beheading many of them.

Many civilians remained rooted to their spot from shock. Their minds could not comprehend that one of the most patriotic men, who helped save them from the Nazis, now maimed them from a rooftop. When the shield returned, Steve jumped from the ledge and just in case anyone still believed in heroes, he picked up a man standing beside him and broke his neck, watching intensely as the body collapsed to the ground.

Panic ebbed through the crowd as people ran away to find some semblance of safety. False Clint jumped down from the rooftop near the escape route the people were attempting to take and fired a sea of arrows towards them. Terrified, the civilians realized that they have been trapped, and in their panic, did not notice the people they trampled underneath their feet. Both clones raise their weapons and attacked the people in tandem until no one remained from the original crowd of hundreds.
~*~

Tony turned around to gaze out the window and down towards the relentless aliens scrambling around below. “Let me guess – your army?”

“Of course. Impressed?” Loki stood proud in his full regalia, complete with his golden horned helmet and his jagged staff.

“Not really,” Tony turned around with a smirk. “They look like rejects from a Mummy film.” In retort, Loki teleported towards Tony and smacked him with his staff, causing Tony to fall over gracelessly.

“Neat toy,” Tony remarked as he stood up. He felt his entire body turn rigid and heard his suit shut down. “Using the same trick twice?” He mocked while still trying to move. His eyes darted over to Loki and he watched the god’s helmet disintegrate, followed closely by the staff. He tilted his head with a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. He slowly walked towards his trapped prey, grinning the entire time.

Tony’s breath came to him in small gasps as he began to hyperventilate. He never did like being enclosed in small spaces and the fact that he no longer had control over the situation almost put his nerves over the edge. His boosters were off, he couldn’t fire a tank missile and Jarvis was no longer responding to his commands.

Loki stopped right in front of him, his devious emerald eyes boring into alluring chocolate brown. Tony heard a fingernail scrape against metal, drawing indiscernible patterns. Tony felt his suit vibrate before his armor simply slid off his body into a heap of pieces at his feet. Wearing only slacks and a thin form-fitting black shirt, Tony felt exposed. To add to his discomfort, Loki noticed his vibrantly glowing arc reactor, peeking through its own custom-designed opening.

Tony shuddered when Loki began to slowly trace his finger around the arc reactor, seemingly admiring the design. For a brief moment, Tony thought Loki looked stunning, with the blue light from the arc reactor reflecting on his face. Tony flinched out of his thoughts when Loki slowly brought his finger all the way up to Tony’s face, tilted his chin upwards. Tony felt his muscles unclench, signaling the end of his paralysis.

Without a second thought he punched Loki in the face and darted backwards in a defensive stance, with his heart pounding and his breathing uneven. Even though Tony had used all of his strength, his punch had only succeeded in moving Loki’s head to the side. Loki continued to stare straight ahead at a wall while his arms remained stretched towards Tony. A dark shadow overtook his eyes and his lips curled in a devious smile. Slowly, he turned his head so that he met Tony’s gaze before charging towards him, grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him against the wall. The force of the blow stole Tony’s oxygen and as he fought to regain his breath, he felt teeth once again bite down on the same bruised spot on his neck.

Tony held Loki’s shoulders, pushing him away from his throat. “Stop. Fucking. Biting. Me,” Tony accentuated each word by kneeing Loki in his stomach. After each blow, Loki simply laughed which only infuriated Tony.

Loki’s laughter was not a sound of mirth or even amusement, but the cackle of a madman enjoying things he shouldn’t. In order to combat his fear at the situation, Tony gave into rage, pushing any other conflicting emotions away. Using all his might, Tony grabbed Loki by his tunic and slammed him against a wall, briefly stifling the god’s laughter. Without a beat, he continued his assault on Loki’s ribcage.

“Stop fucking laughing,” Tony gritted out between catching his breath as he continued to pummel Loki into the wall. Loki stopped laughing, his face becoming rigid and his eyes glimmer an ominous viridian. Fear briefly enveloped Tony and he halted his attack. His eyes searched Loki’s, trying to figure out the god’s next move.

“My turn,” Loki breathed before kicking Tony into a large wall of glass. Tony screamed in pain as the glass slashed at his flesh and landed on his back in a sea of broken shards. Miraculously, he did not feel any fragments of glass stick inside his body, unlike the time he fell from the window. In confusion, he looked up towards Loki, who loomed over him with his head cocked to the side. He made a gesture over Tony and only when a light breeze blew across him did Tony notice his bare torso. Startled, Tony gazed back at Loki, and noticed the god no longer wore his armor, just a simple green long-sleeved shirt as well as his trademarked leather pants.

Loki lifted his finger and Tony watched a stream of green appear before the magic took the shape of a long chain. The chain left Loki’s finger and snaked its way to Tony, who got up with his last remaining strength and sprinted as far away as he could. He heard Loki laugh in the distance as the chain caught up to Tony, encircling his left wrist and jerking him backwards so that he fell on his ass. As Tony clawed fruitlessly at the chain, it split and ensnared Tony’s other wrist. Before Tony emitted a frustrated cry before the chains lifted his arms in the air, twining them together and then proceeded to pull him up a wall.

Never easily deterred, Tony continued to struggle against his restraints, briefly glimpsing Loki disappear before he reappears between his legs. To his ire, Tony found that he is not quite eye-level with the god and detested needing to look upwards at him.

“Go ahead. Struggle. I will just make it hurt worse,” Loki grinned down at him, his face mere inches away. Tony’s heart skipped a beat as he finally registered Loki’s intentions. His nerves ran cold as he realized he could not stop the inevitable.

In reality, Tony was lying to himself. He had known Loki’s intentions the day the man had pinned Tony beneath him on the car and thrust his tongue in his mouth. Truth be told, he had even caught a glimpse of this very moment the first time they had met in the hospital and Loki was pulling his bandages away from his burned skin, relishing his pain.

Tony could no longer tell the real reason his heart was beating. He had known something like this would happen and knew he was not afraid. At the same time, he refused to admit he had allowed Loki to bind him and that the very notion of the god dominating him made him harden.

Loki bent down and caught Tony’s mouth in a kiss, instantly dispelling all of Tony’s thoughts. Feeling that slick tongue once again explore his mouth, Tony relaxed against his restraints and instinctively wrapped his legs around Loki, bringing him closer.

Loki broke the kiss only to inflate his ego by admiring the light crimson flush of his prey. Only when he felt Loki’s hands roam his thighs did Tony notice his pants were missing as were the rest of Loki’s clothing. Before he could comment, Tony felt a finger gently sliding towards his. His eyes widened in alarm before Loki effectively silenced him with another kiss.

In anger, Tony tried to bite Loki and the other seemed to take his impertinence as a challenge and began massaging his anus before inserting the finger. Tony briefly registered that the digit seemed coated with some sort of lubricant, but he still caught and bit Loki’s tongue all the same.

Loki growled before slipping his finger through the tight ring of muscle without further preparation. Tony made a sound of discomfort, never removing his lips from Loki’s. Without warning Loki added another finger and began to slowly scissor them. Tony broke the kiss to yell at Loki, who snapped his fingers and gagged him. He bit through the gag in pain as he felt himself being stretched. Ignoring, Tony’s grimaced face, Loki added a third finger, only thinking of his own desire.

Tony squeezed his eyes shut from the pain and attempted to shout through the gag, which only muffled his cries. He fought to keep his breathing even as Loki pumped his three fingers in and out, going faster and faster. At Loki’s every moment, Tony felt the tight ring of muscle contract around the fingers and loosen, all in a second’s time.

Tony heaved a sigh of relief when Loki decided to remove his fingers and he opened his eyes once more only to have fear settled in the pit of his stomach. He felt something bigger and harder move across his entrance. He watched Loki’s eyes darken with desire as his grin became more sinister. Loki’s hands moved to settle on Tony’s hips and his nails dug into the pliant flesh. Tony winced, knowing red marks would be there later.

Without another moment of preparation, Loki forced himself inside inch by inch. Halfway, he stopped and watched Tony continue to bite the gag in discomfort. Digging his nails into Tony’s hips, Loki sheathed himself within the inviting hole, unable to resist his urges any longer. A sadistic part of him enjoyed watching Tony’s face contort in pain as he adjusted to the foreign intrusion pulsating within him.

Loki moved one hand to cup Tony’s face gently as he cooed, “Shhh, stop resisting. Enjoy.” Tony slowly allowed himself to relax as Loki began to move within him. Tony watched Loki licks his lips with desire and reach towards Tony’s gag. “Can you behave?” Loki purred, watching Tony slowly nod. With just a touch, the gag disappeared and Loki used his tongue to move his prey’s lips apart, grinning at Tony’s submissiveness. To his humiliation, Tony felt his own arousal begin to build. Loki’s hands once again trailed down towards his hips, gripping them in an almost feral motion before beginning to thrust harder, now that he deemed Tony sufficiently stretched.

Tony moaned Loki’s name as he continued to struggle against the restraints, itching to touch the god rather than his previous desire of escaping. As if hearing his silent plea, the shackles disappeared and Tony wrapped his arms around the god, now fucking him against the wall.

“Loki,” Tony moaned, as he gripped the god’s hair and buried his face into the unruly black mane. Loki briefly pulled half way out of Tony causing him to make a noise akin to a whimper before he crudely thrust back in, angling himself to find Tony’s prostate. He grinned when Tony gasp.
“More,” Tony breathed in the god’s ear as Loki complied by pulling out before roughly impaling himself within Tony a few more times. With each thrust, Tony felt the rough cement scratching at his back, but the pleasure overwhelmed any sense he had of pain. His nails dug into Loki’s back as the thrusts became more erratic. Loki reached between them and grasped Tony’s cock, which had a few drips of precum, and began stroking it in tune with his movements.

Tony’s moans and disjointed words became music to Loki’s ears as he continued his assault. Tony tensed as he whined his release, spilling his desire over Loki’s hand before slumping on the god. Loki moved his hands to once again grip Tony’s hips as he drove himself inside as far as Tony’s body allowed him to. A few more thrusts later and Loki shouted his own release, feeling himself spill his seed inside Tony.

With Tony still clutching at him, Loki rested his forehead against the cool cement wall as he evened his breathing. Tony caught himself slowly drifting off to sleep before Loki grabbed his hips and removed himself with a wet pop, before dropping Tony onto the ground unceremoniously.

“You could be gentler you know,” Tony murmured, as he yawned. He blinked and saw that Loki once against donned his full gear. When he blinked again he noticed he was once again clothed as well. Before his eyelids forced themselves shut, he glimpses Loki looking down at him with an almost serene look on his face.

~*~

In the meantime, the Hulk made his way through the wreckage by jumping over cars in his pursuit of the aliens fleeing his giant clutches. On his way towards a large group, the Hulk grabbed a taxi and hurled it towards the aliens climbing the building. As he watched the maimed bodies of his enemies crumble to the ground, the Hulk roared triumphantly before a forceful punch smashed him into a tank.

The Hulk howled his displeasure as he stood up. Looking towards his attacker, his eyes clouded with confusion. “Hulk?” He asked his grinning twin, unsure of what to do. His clone answered with a roar before picking up a car and hurling it towards Hulk. “Not friend,” the Hulk announced to both himself and his foe before charging his opponent. Using the Hulk’s own force against him, the clone grabbed the Hulk by the arm and slammed him into a coffee shop.

Bursting through the wreckage, the Hulk encountered a dark vortex of matter which swirled around him. He batted at the strange plasma and attempted to catch it before it whirled around him, enveloping him in its darkness. Within moments, the Hulk disappeared from view. Victorious, the clone smashes his fists into the ground with a shout of glee before leaping towards the retreating people.

Nothing in the world could ever compare to using the full capacity of the human leg muscles and feeling a burning in the lungs while trying to run from an angry giant. When people first wrote of the colossal titans and their brute strength, they voiced their deepest fears of being absolutely helpless in a world many deemed already too large. The mere thought of living in such a world with actual giants seemed mind boggling at the time, but with the False Hulk chasing the people, Greek mythology no longer seemed a ridiculous collection of fantasies.

With the mirth of a child and the laughter of Cerberus, the Hulk crushed any man, woman or child underneath his feet and the very sight of their insides oozing over his toes brought him more joy. From a distance, Thor saw the Hulk and after crushing a few aliens in his way, he turned to the sight in confusion.

“Giant Man! What are you doing?! We are here to protect!” Thor yelled and the thunder from Mjolnir echoed his voice. The Hulk quickly glanced to Thor, before simply switching his direction of chaotic destruction. Thor stood on the ground, swinging his hammer above his head and summoning clouds of thunder. He used Mjolnir to direct the thunderbolts towards the retreating Hulk.

From the corner of his eyes, Thor spotted a dark mass that seemed out of place from the usual dark clouds Mjolnir created. Instinctively, Thor recognized its magical allure and knew to stay clear. Distracted from saving the civilians from his teammate, he watched the dark nebula zip towards him and keeps it at bay with streams of lighting bursting directly from his hammer.

At the sound of a familiar hum, Thor turned and narrowly avoided being struck by a duplicate of his hammer. His eyes snapped towards his attacker and his thunderous voice rung out, “Loki, cease your sorcery!”

In lieu of a reply, his twin charged at the thunder god. At the absence of a snarky retort, Thor realized that his clone is only controlled by Loki as opposed to Loki taking his form and he welcomed the challenge. As he concentrates on answering his foe with thunderbolts and punches, Thor did not notice the dark mass looming behind him until it swallowed him in its darkness.

At seeing his opponent vanquished, the clone turned his head upwards and his eyes lock onto the Chrysler building looming overhead. He grinned before swinging his hammer and sending a stream of lightening to the top, combining it with the electricity from the thunderstorm. The lightening rapidly destroyed the mostly metal building and caused a circle of destruction, taking down a few buildings and the civilians trapped inside.

~*~

Nothing smelt as good as destruction. He breathed in the air, distinguishing the main scents that made up the perfume of total annihilation. Debris filled the air to the point where it became a fog. He could smell traces of gunpowder as he heard the sounds of civilians, desperately trying to fight off their attackers. The aroma of blood permeated his senses as he casually walked over a corpse.
Dressed in his battle armor and clutching his staff, Loki decided against wearing his helmet. The fog of debris lay thick in the air, but he could still see and he carefully picked out his targets and like a game of chess – he was already five moves ahead. He lifted his arms and watched the clouds of debris take to the sky like tornados, giving the civilians, once again, the gift of visibility. Many turned to look at him in fear. They were not faring well against five super humans and another one would only make certain their demise.

Loki feigned a smile like only the god of lies could do and pointed his staff towards his first target. He shot a beam of green above the crowd, gathering the attention of those who were not already staring at him, and aimed towards False Clint. The green glow engulfed the clone and he immediately disintegrated. The other replicas soon took notice and began to turn on Loki. The civilians were so overwhelmed and could not comprehend the events taking place, so they just stared, dumbfounded.

False Natasha readied her aim, but before she had a chance to shoot, Loki quickly teleported behind her. As she spun around, he used his staff to slice her throat and watched as she fell to the ground in a heap of ashes. The green brute begins to charge him and Loki multiplies himself into many and each reappeared and appeared before the creature, taunting him. In unison, each of his army stabbed his jagged staff into the Hulk’s body and watched him writhe in pain before turning into debris.

Once again, Loki became one and watched as the False Captain America threw his shield towards him. Calling ice from the ground, Loki watched an icicle appear before him, just in time to catch the shield in its bulk. His opponent screamed in frustration as he ran towards Loki, who stood as still as a statue. Icicles burst from the ground in random spurts, until one finally went straight through the clone. As soon as his heart stopped beating, he disintegrated.

The last clone stood on top of the spire of a nearby building. With his long blonde hair waving in the wind, he looked at Loki with disdain. With a graceful jump, he landed amongst the crowd. His False brother lifted his hammer in the air with a great show and for a minute, Loki’s smile faltered. He watched his brother’s clone waltz around screaming challenges as he showcased his own strength by murdering a few nearby civilians with a smash of his hammer.

Despite creating the clones and tainting them with evil, Loki despised the personality traits they still possessed of the originals. At the sight of watching his False brother acting as arrogant as his real one, Loki experienced flashbacks of painful memories. In an instant, Loki called the duplicate hammer from Thor’s hand and destroyed it with his staff. Unlike Thor’s real hammer, this one obeyed his command. Flabbergasted, the angry thunder god charged towards Loki with the sole intent of ripping him apart for stealing his precious Mjolnir.

Ice rises in spires until they created a cage that held his False brother. Striding towards the cage, Loki bent low so that only the clone could hear him. “I’m going to enjoy this.” With a grin, Loki allowed the iced bars to progressively move towards his false brother until they crushed him from existence.
With the last Avenger vanquished, Loki strode towards the lightly damaged, glittering white marble steps of a government building. He turned to address his audience. “People of Earth! I have not come to harm you! In another realm, I am King.”

He made sure to put on his nicest, most sincere smile, using his silver tongue to lull the people in a state of complacency. Many were looking at him with awe while some still remained fearful and defensive.

“I have seen the great troubles you have faced today,” he displayed his most sympathetic face. “But I am here to protect you, as your guardian. Will you accept me?” He raised his hands in the air as if pleading with the crowd. A quick flash of blue spread and enveloped his staff.

Suddenly, many people began clutching their hearts and getting down on one knee, looking upon their savior with reverence. Many began chanting his name while others asked him to be their king. Loki stole a glance at the blue orb embedded into his staff and grinned at the magnificence of the cosmic cube.

“I accept.” The simple statement caused jubilation from the crowd and within moments camera crews were driving towards Loki, begging for interviews with their new king.

Meanwhile, a man stood in the shades of the trees, far from prying eyes. His green cape fluttered in the wind while the sunlight reflected off his metallic face mask. He watched the scene with narrowed eyes and heard one of his servants bounding over to him.

“Master von Doom! What are we to do? He has turned on us,” the pathetic creature wailed.

“He never was with us,” came the rumbling reply. “I expected no less from the god of lies and deception.”

The servant continued to look at him anxiously, his eyes darting between Loki addressing his new “kingdom” and his calm master. Doctor von Doom sighed.

“Let him enjoy this moment. It will not last for long.” Without another word, he turned to leave and headed for the Red Country.

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Author’s Note: I hoped you enjoyed the long chapter as well as the sex scenes I have been promising you! How did I do? ;)

Also, Chapter 7 is almost ready. It will be posted in a few days.
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