Blunt Weapon: Ch. 3 (LokiXReader)

"Kneel before me!"

The sea of people continued to scatter around the bright streets until multiple copies of the man appeared before them.

"I said...KNEEL!" The horned man and his copies struck down their scepters to the ground. Everyone in the center of them fell silent and went onto their knees. He smiled at the sight. "Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

"Not today!" you yelled behind him. He turns to see you dashing at him and jump into a flying kick right at his face. A smirk appeared on his face and quickly steps away from your kick making you missing your target and land on the ground.

"Aren't you a feisty one?" he said to you in an amused tone. You stood up straight and pointed at him.

"Loki of Asgard. You have the right to remain silent!" You then reached up the slit of your dress to take out a black double-sided dagger from the knife holster around your thigh. "But I wanna hear you SCREAM!" You bolted at Loki with your dagger which was easily blocked by his scepter. He then takes your arms and holds them behind you as he leans over your shoulder.

"Did I not say I was going to spare you?" His voice just as calm as it was when you two first met not too long ago. You tried to broke out of his grip, but it was hopeless. "You want to hear me scream?" He then puts his lips to your ear and whispers, "I much rather hear you scream...for me." You turn red from his words as you hear him softly chuckle in your ear.

"Why you...!" You rammed your head against his face causing him to let go of your arms and backing up to hold his face. 'Damn. I really don't wanna mess up his face.' You kicked off your heels and ripped off your dress revealing your tight black shorts and tank top. You took out a rubber band from your pocket to tied back your hair into a ponytail.
The God of Mischief takes his hand off his face as if he recovered from the blow within a second.

"Are you attempting to seduce me?" he questioned humorously with that breathtaking smirk on his face. The words coming from his silver tongue made you turn vermilion.

"SHUT UP!" You gracefully jumped up into the air retracting your bo staff from your back and landed right behind him with your staff around his front side attempting to hold him while he struggles out. "Everyone! Run! Now!" The crowd quickly tries to run away, but the clones of Loki prevented them from doing so. The original copy of Loki managed to break free from your grip and swung his scepter to hit you, but you managed to avoid his attack by jumping into the air again spinning while throwing a rain of throwing knives at his clones. They tried to block your projectiles, but fortunately they hit dead center into their foreheads and, in result, disappeared from everyone's vision. The crowd decided that was their chance to escape.

Loki looked at you with hurtful eyes but with a hint of anger; you merely smiled. A blue aura was launched at you but missed by a couple inches though it did cause you to become a deer in headlights for a few second dropping your staff in the process until you were sent back to reality. You took a couple of throwing knives and launched them at Loki. He deflected them with his scepter, but in the process you lunged at him with your dagger aiming for his arm hoping to demobilize him part by part. Sadly, he already saw it coming and stepped away from your second attack hitting you in the back hard with his scepter making you fall on the ground. You groan at the pain in your back, and Loki just simply smiled at you.

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" he asked you as he reaches down to you. Suddenly, a spinning disk hit Loki down to the ground near you. You looked towards the direction it came from and saw a man in red, white, and blue.

"Steve!" you yelled.

"(y/n)! Are you ok?" Captain America asked while running towards you.

"The soldier." Loki chuckled as he stood up from the ground. "A man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time," Steve replied. Suddenly, a black jet appeared from the sky armed with missiles and machine guns.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," you heard Natasha say from the jet's PA system. "(y/n), are you alright?"

"Peachy...." you answered sarcastically.

Loki sent a blue aura at the jet, which she swerved out of the way with ease, and it gave the captain a window of opportunity to throw his shield right at Loki. You watch helplessly on the ground as Loki and Steve duke it out with Steve appearing to be losing especially after he lost his shield. All of a sudden, you hear AC/DC coming from the jet's PA system which can only mean one thing: Tony was making his "grand" appearance. You rolled your eyes, and fairly sure Natasha was too, as Iron Man sent a blast of energy at Loki, hurling the god into the stairs, before Stark landed next to Captain America. He showed his many missiles pointing right at Loki ready to fire.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games," Tony said seriously. Loki rose his hands in defeat as his armor slowly disappears showing his green, gold, and black attire. "Good move." Iron Man retracted his weapons back into the suit.

"Mr. Stark...." Steve said to Tony.

"Captain...." he said back to him until he turned his head to look at you retracting his helmet. "(y/n). You still alive?" You answered with a thumbs up in the air. "You know, the ground isn't the most comfortable place to lie down," he pointed out jokingly as he helps you up back onto your feet from the ground. You try to dust the rubble off of you and rubbed your back with one hand. "And where's that dress I let you borrow? You better pay me back for that."

"Oh, yeah. 'Cause $800 is that much to you," with the biggest sarcastic tone you had. He simply answered with a shrug. Natasha landed the jet in the middle of the street to let Steve bring in the now captured Loki into the back of the jet.

"You guys coming?" Steve shouted from the back of the jet at the two of you.

"Coming!" Stark replied turning towards the jet. "You owe me something, little missy," he said with his finger pointed at you while walking to the jet.

"Whatever...." You crossed your arms with rolling eyes and picked up your dagger and staff. While putting them back where they belong on you, you looked up at the sky. Dark clouds blacker than the night itself was seen at the edge of the horizon. You merely looked at it as if it's just a simple storm before you followed Stark's path into the jet. How wrong you're about to be....