The night sky of Stuttgart, Germany, was cold, but the air inside the Quinjet was strangely stifling.
This was because Níðhöggr, who had already knocked Loki unconscious and rolled him onto the floor, had his arm draped around Natasha’s shoulder, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.
"Natasha, the view of your back while you’re flying today is incredibly sexy. Only you could make a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform look this good."
"I’m flying, Nid. Get your hands off me. Maria is watching from behind."
Natasha put on a feigned stern expression, but a smile she couldn't hide tugged at the corners of her lips.
Maria Hill, watching the scene from the back, let out a sigh tinged with jealousy and turned her head away.
It happened then.
A sudden, violent bolt of lightning began to strike the clear night sky.
Rumble, CRASH!
The Quinjet shook violently as arcs of blue lightning flickered across the cockpit glass.
"What was that? JARVIS, are we looking at a weather anomaly?"
As Tony asked while retracting his suit’s helmet, a heavy thud echoed from the roof as someone landed.
"No, an uninvited guest."
The hatch hissed open, revealing the God of Thunder, Thor, gripping his hammer tight.
His eyes scanned the interior with a spark, and the moment they landed on Níðhöggr, he let out a lion-like roar.
"You bastard, Níðhöggr! Hand over my brother, Loki! And... I have come to make you answer for your sins—for daring to seduce and corrupt my beloved Jane and my comrade-in-arms Sif! Right now...!"
At Thor's agonized outcry, Níðhöggr simply yawned, looking bored.
"Ugh, this blonde idiot is back again. Hey, they came to me because of my charm, not because of some corruption. Why don't you go find a mirror and look at yourself?"
"Silence! Taste the wrath of a god!"
Just as Thor was about to charge at Níðhöggr while swinging Mjölnir, Ratatoskr, who had been chewing on an acorn in the corner, stood up.
"Hey, Lizard. Just stay on your path. I'll handle this muscle-bound pig."
An aura of Divine Speed erupted from Ratatoskr's body.
Even in his human form, his velocity already spat in the face of physics. Before Thor could even swing his hammer, Ratatoskr had already burrowed into the god’s blind spot.
"Ratatoskr Secret Technique— Holy Spear."
Ratatoskr's fingertips extended sharply like the tip of a lance, striking Thor's solar plexus with pinpoint precision.
It wasn't just raw strength; it was a lethal hand-blade strike that condensed the primordial speed of Yggdrasil.
BOOM—!!
"GUAGH...!"
Without even the time to scream, Thor was punted out of the Quinjet. He tore through dozens of trees on the mountain range behind them like they were made of straw before crashing into a rock face.
Ratatoskr dusted off his hands and sat back down.
"Sigh. All muscle, zero speed. Pathetic."
Níðhöggr chuckled and opened a portal, instantly retrieving Thor from the mountainside. Then, with the wicked grin of a true villain, he pulled out a length of mana-infused rope.
"A prince always tastes better when he's bound."
Níðhöggr tied Thor up in a humiliating pose and tossed him onto the floor right next to his unconscious brother, Loki. The sight of Asgard’s two princes tied up and rolling on the floor was truly a spectacle to behold.
The Quinjet returned to its steady cruise.
Natasha, still at the helm, hummed to herself while enjoying Níðhöggr's touch, while Níðhöggr was far too busy cooing over her and wrapping his arms around her waist to care about the mission.
The expressions of the heroes sitting behind them were a sight for sore eyes.
Steve Rogers stared out the window, letting out a heavy sigh.
'The world has truly gone mad. That dragon was a law unto himself seventy years ago, but now he's just an open degenerate. Ah... Peggy, I miss you. How would you have handled this mess...?'
In the next seat over, Tony Stark was looking into a mirror, meticulously inspecting his hairline.
'I should have known when that reptile started having sex in my house. My blood pressure is rising so high from these two being all lovey-dovey that I think my hair follicles are going to burn out. JARVIS, check if I can bulk-order hair loss medication using S.H.I.E.L.D.’s budget. Make sure it's the German stuff.'
Ratatoskr nudged the bound brothers, Thor and Loki, with his foot and muttered under his breath.
"When will that lizard bastard finally die? Probably not until the roots of Yggdrasil rot away. God, life is exhausting."
S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, Interrogation Room.
Upon arriving at the giant fortress floating above the Earth, Níðhöggr headed straight for the specialized containment cell where Loki was imprisoned. Nick Fury stood a safe distance away, monitoring them with a bandage on his chin.
Níðhöggr placed his hand on the glass, staring intently at Loki, who had since regained consciousness.
Loki spoke, his expression still dripping with arrogance.
"Does a lowly beast truly dare to interfere with a god's design? With the power of the Tesseract, when the portal opens, you shall witness true terror—"
"Hey, Reindeer Games. Stop the theatrics."
Níðhöggr’s eyes began to burn with a deep, abyssal violet hue.
'Gaze of Desire — Truthful Confession'.
The Authority of Níðhöggr, a cosmic-level entity, tore through Loki’s mental barriers like they were wet paper.
"Tell me. Who's behind you? Who gave you that Scepter? Is your true desire really to conquer Earth, or are you just playing the puppet for someone else?"
Loki’s pupils instantly dilated, losing focus. The 'Fear' and 'Desire' hidden in the depths of his soul were forcibly dragged to the surface by Níðhöggr’s draconic grasp. Loki began to drool and tremble violently.
"Aah... Aah... Purple... a giant shadow... Thanos... Him... The Mad Titan... he wants Earth... I am just... a dog... paving his way..."
The name that spilled from Loki’s lips brought a heavy silence to the Helicarrier bridge. Nick Fury’s brow furrowed, and Tony immediately ordered JARVIS to scan every cosmic database available.
Níðhöggr let out a snort upon hearing Loki’s words.
"Thanos? You mean that tyrant I’ve heard rumors about? He certainly has unique tastes, using a pushover like this as an underling."
Níðhöggr grabbed the Scepter and walked out of the room, tucking Maria Hill and Natasha under each arm.
"Now then, I’m hungry. Deputy Director Hill, prepare something delicious for me. And make sure it’s served in the bedroom."
Maria Hill blushed and nodded silently, while Natasha slapped Níðhöggr’s shoulder with a laugh.
A crisis was looming, but for Níðhöggr, it was merely an expansion of his 'villain's playground,' promising even greater entertainment.
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