Loki, sprawled on the ground, gritted his teeth and raised his head. He tossed it back, making sure the hair over his forehead would not block his vision—especially not the murderous glare in his eyes.
"How many times has this been, Tony Stark?!" Loki slammed a fist into the floor. "Is this all your damn industrial scrap can do? Use such despicable tricks to ambush a god?!"
Schiller stepped forward and helped Loki up. "If you had come here in a female form, perhaps you would not have taken that hit. After all, our Iron Man is always quite the gentleman when facing beautiful ladies."
Unexpectedly, Loki let out a deep sigh. "I need to avoid that lately. Thor is getting married, but some rumor from who-knows-where insists Helen is the child Thor and I had together."
"I have been considering whether to find Hela and invite him to the wedding of Asgard's God King, but first I have to deal with that rumor. If Hela finds out, turns into a man to chase after me, and then sees me running away while getting tangled up with Thor instead, I am dead."
Loki reached up and smoothed the black hair from his forehead back before continuing, "Of course, there is also Baldur. I am trying to figure out whether there is some way to phrase things that will make him attend the wedding in a female form, so he will not fight with Hela. Frigga will definitely cry tears of joy at having another daughter, and while she is crying, no one can make a move. Otherwise, Odin will beat them until they cannot get back up."
Schiller opened his mouth, just about to make a less-than-friendly comment on Asgard's family mess, when Batman said, "So Norse Mythology is like