Loki had never seen anyone take the blame onto themselves. With that one apology, all the momentum was gone. How was he supposed to keep arguing? He could have stubbornly claimed that the Dark Warrior had forced him to come.
Whether they believed him was one matter, but whether he had an excuse was another.
"You should apologize to me." A Metal Staff appeared out of thin air and landed in Luke's palm. Carrying it, he walked toward Thor and Loki while pointing at the blazing surroundings.
Already feeling guilty, Thor glanced around at the ruins and found himself speechless before Luke. Standing there, he felt unbearably awkward. Never had he imagined that one day, he would retreat under someone's gaze. But after looking at his brother playing dead on the ground, he could only force himself to stay and speak.
"I'll compensate you," Thor said awkwardly.
"Of course you should compensate me." Luke looked at Thor in surprise. "I was minding my own business in my own home when I suffered this completely unprovoked disaster. Are you saying I'm supposed to bear the losses myself? Naturally, I'm seeking compensation from the one responsible."
"The mastermind is Malekith's Trusted General! Yes, the one fighting those two big guys." Loki opened his eyes from where he lay. "I was merely coerced."
"Is that so?" Luke crouched down and met Loki's eyes with an inscrutable smile.
"Of course! Look, I'm only a prisoner. Malekith couldn't possibly trust me that much. He sent me here purely to make my Stupid Brother hesitate to act, creating an opportunity for his Trusted General. Whatever the other side wanted to do, I could only cooperate," Loki explained with a sincere expression.
"That makes sense. Then how did he know about Hebron? And why did he choose