Loki stood arrogantly on high ground, looking down at Captain America and Coulson as if they were ants.
Steve clutched his waist and abdomen, blood seeping from his wound and staining his palm. But such a minor injury was nothing to him. He had suffered far worse wounds before, yet he had never truly surrendered.
The instant Loki appeared, Coulson swiftly drew his pistol and aimed it at him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Loki..." Loki paused, a complicated expression appearing on his face.
"Loki Odinson."
He added the surname.
But in truth, he now knew that he was not Odin's biological son at all, but the son of Laufey, leader of the Frost Giants.
So his real name should have been Loki Laufeyson.
But honestly, he did not want to acknowledge his Frost Giant bloodline. No matter how he had lived in Asgard over the years, no matter whether he had been excluded and looked down upon by those his age, he had to admit that he had been raised on Asgardian teachings.
The glory of Asgard still remained hidden in his heart.
No matter how much he despised the savagery of those warriors, they were still better than Frost Giants.
In his eyes, Thor and his lot were barbarians who never used their brains and only knew how to flex their muscles. But Frost Giants?
They were no different from beasts.
As for the people of Midgard, they were merely ants beneath his feet.
"Mortals, upon seeing your monarch, why do you not kneel?"
Before Steve and Coulson could react, Thor's expression changed.
His smile seemed to freeze, and the hope that had rekindled upon seeing Loki was abruptly extinguished. "Wait, Loki, what do you mean by that?"
"I am now the new king of Asgard, brother." Loki