Under Loki's humiliated gaze, Luke equipped the Loki template.
He glanced through his attributes.
To his surprise—there really was a gain!
Among the six dinsional attributes, his Intelligence increased by 50.
His Intelligence attribute now reached 200.
As expected of a villain who relied on intellect—his special strengths truly surpassed those of ordinary people.
In addition to this,
Luke also obtained Loki's Frost Giant bloodline, along with his innate ability, Ice magic.
He further gained the Asgardian and Vanir divine arts inherited from Loki's mother, Frigga.
This included: Astral projection, levitation, summoning, mory reading, mind control, invisibility, shapeshifting, illusion magic, and more.
In terms of sheer quantity of spells mastered, Loki was absolutely not inferior to Kamar-Taj's chief disciple, Mordo.
Although he had not yet learned decisive techniques like the Mirror Dinsion, if the two fought seriously, the outco might truly be uncertain.
The prerequisite, of course, was that Loki actually used magic—rather than relying on dagger ambushes.
The only unfortunate thing was that the current Loki had not yet mastered certain techniques he would gain later, such as possession or shadow manipulation.
He didn't even control teleportation magic yet.
Not to ntion the illusion magic Old Loki would one day display—conjuring an entire Asgard out of nothing at all.
Loki had no idea what Luke was thinking. He kept up his submissive posture, which contrasted so completely with his earlier arrogance that it was hard to believe this was the self-proclaid King of Asgard.
Coulson and Hawkeye exchanged glances, utterly confused by Loki's sudden appearance and even more confused by his behavior.
Is this guy an idiot?
"So... Loki, what are you trying to do?" Luke suddenly asked.
Coulson and the others froze.
Loki quickly raised his head and answered respectfully, "I haven't done anything."
"Heh~ Don't use such crude invisibility and illusion tricks in front of . Those cheap parlor tricks will never fool my eyes."
Luke snorted and looked toward the entrance.
The light and shadow at the previously empty spot rippled slightly, and another Loki erged from the distortion.
Loki trembled, bowing even lower, forcing a fawning smile.
"Understood, Lord Thor. Your insight is far too keen—how could my insignificant tricks be displayed before you?"
The power Luke displayed made Loki feel, just for a mont, as if he were facing Odin himself.
No—Odin might not even be able to see through his chained illusion spell!
Damn it… what is Luke Rowling?
"That's enough. Next ti we et, behave yourself. And don't entertain any… inappropriate ideas."
Luke gave Loki a long, aningful look. As Loki's face alternated between pale and flushed, Luke's figure dissolved into smoke, vanishing without a trace.
Seeing Luke disappear, Coulson instinctively wanted to order his n to detain Loki.
Sothing in his gut told him Loki must know a great deal about the hamr.
"Mr. Loki, please co with us—"
"Damn it! I can't beat him, but you think I can't beat you people?"
Loki's expression twisted. He swept his arm out, sending a powerful shockwave blasting several nearby Agents off their feet.
However, when he saw another Agent dragging out a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, Loki clicked his tongue, shot them a disdainful look—
—and vanished from the temporary camp as well!
The difference between him and Luke was that… Luke had teleported away directly, while Loki rely slipped back into stealth.
He didn't linger, nor did he intend to seek out Thor. He imdiately signaled Heimdall to open the Bifrost and returned to Asgard.
Seeing this, Coulson could only report to Nick Fury.
"Director, the hamr was taken by Luke, and there was a third individual claiming to be Loki, King of Asgard…"
...
Inside a small restaurant in the desert town near the S.H.I.E.L.D. temporary camp—
Thor was downing alcohol by the mouthful while gnawing savagely on a chicken leg.
"Excellent!"
Across from him, Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis watched him eat with barely concealed disgust.
"He really is so kind of primitive Viking barbarian," Darcy muttered under her breath.
Jane nodded subtly.
At that mont, Thor slamd the chicken bone onto the table and declared with great enthusiasm:
"Thank you for your hospitality! As repaynt, once I finish eating and reclaim my hamr, I shall help you retrieve all the data stolen by those n in black!"
"You alright there, pal? I think you really shouldn't provoke those people. They're not easy to deal with," Jane said, shaking her head, clearly doubting everything Thor had been saying.
"Those barbarians even stole the backup of our backup—plus more than thirty songs I just downloaded! I swear, I really want to beat them up so they know what it feels like to get robbed!"
Darcy chomped viciously into her pizza, as if she were biting the thieves themselves.
"Darcy, can you stop talking about your iPod for one second? We need to figure out a plan—starting with who those people even are."
Jane rolled her eyes.
Erik frowned, thinking. "Hmm.. I know a scientist—he was a pioneer in gamma radiation research. Then S.H.I.E.L.D. showed up, and he disappeared completely."
"If you encounter them, don't confront them. I'll reach out to a colleague who's dealt with them before. I'll email him later and see if he can help."
Thor waved it all aside. "No need for such hassle. Once I retrieve my hamr, I can summon lightning and give them a proper beating!"
Darcy snorted. "Please. Who do you think you are—Thor, the god of Thunder?"
"Hm? I didn't expect you to know my stories!" Thor replied with mild surprise.
"Oh please, I ant him!"
Darcy pointed at the restaurant's hanging television, which was currently broadcasting the New York news.
May 31, 2012. The true Thor appeared in New York. According to eyewitnesses, Thor acted as New York's guardian deity, suppressing and killing a dark Witch that day.
Thor stared at the screen for a long mont before finally declaring, "He's pretty good—but I'm stronger than him. And much more handso!"
Darcy burst into laughter. "Are you seriously trying to joke right now? You— Oh my God! It's Thor!"
Thor slapped his own chest proudly. "I've been telling you I am—"
Before he could finish, Darcy pushed him aside and stared straight at Luke, who had just walked in through the door. Her eyes widened as she stamred, "He looks just like Thor!"
Jane and Erik also turned to look, compared him with the image on the screen, and nodded repeatedly. "Yes. Very similar!"
Thor, anwhile, leaned toward the mirror and compared himself more carefully. He shook his head. "Not similar at all. He doesn't have a sexy beard…"
"Oh! My God—Thor is coming over! He's coming over!"
Darcy shrieked as she hurried to adjust her clothes and strike the pose she thought was her most charming smile.
"Hey, I'm Darcy Lewis. Handso, are you Thor himself?"
Luke glanced at Darcy—especially at the deep cleavage exposed by her top. Fair, full, and unbelievably large.
Definitely a G-cup.
Even better than Veronica the 'spherical flower.'
Truly fine spheres.
For the sake of the spheres, Luke gave her a pleasant smile and nodded. "I'm Luke. As for the Thor you ntioned… if you an the one who appeared in New York, that would be ."
"Ah!!" Darcy was stunned. I was just joking—why did he actually admit it?!
"But if you an the one from Norse mythology…"
Luke turned his gaze toward Thor. "Then that would be him."
Thor straightened up proudly, grinning like a fool as he puffed out his chest. See? There are still people on Midgard with good judgnt.
I acknowledge you, brother!
But just as Thor was about to warmly invite Luke to share a drink—
Darcy snorted, "Him? Please! If he's Thor, then I'm Mrs. Thor!"
Thor: …But I am Thor!?
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