Vormir and Loki

"You are no match for me."

"It wasn't like that before, and it's not like that now."

"It won't be like that in the future either."

Beckett's arrogant and disdainful attitude nearly ignited the hatred that had been twisted in Hela's heart for over a thousand years—her hatred for Odin.

"Call..."

After closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths to feel the fresh air of freedom, Hela opened her eyes, flicked her right hand, and a sharp blade gleaming with a cold light shot towards Thor in the crowd of Avengers!

Clang!

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and under Thor's mental control, Mjolnir flew in front of him, shielding him from Hela's attack.

"You are Hela..."

Thor clutched his right shoulder, his face grim.

Odin's seal took away Hela's youthful beauty and radiance, but left her with a captivating danger and unique charm.

"It's a pity that Odin should have died by my hand, but this meddlesome man beat me to it." Hela, who could not hide her haggardness, still spoke defiantly. Beckett, who stood beside her, curled his lip in disdain, his red tail swaying wildly behind him, without saying a word.

"Why?!"

He is your father!

"Why--"

"Correction to you, my dear brother." Hela, with her disheveled hair, made no attempt to hide her disgust when she mentioned Odin.

"From the moment he imprisoned me in that quiet hell, he was no longer my father."

Thousands of years of severance, thousands of years of solitude.

If Hela hadn't always held the idea of breaking the seal, Hela would have gone mad or committed suicide long ago.

Hela said this with a smile.

But Thor didn't know how to react to that smile.

He didn't know what exactly happened back then, and he didn't know what kind of huge conflict existed between his father and his sister.

He knew that his father and his brother had both died at Beckett's hands.

"No matter how much you deny it, Odin's genes will always be in your body."

"You are his daughter, and that fact will never change."

Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, and electric currents flickered across his body.

"Are you really Odin's son?" Hela asked Thor with great interest.

She was curious as to why Odin was able to raise such a naive successor.

"Odin is another one, his name is Loki," Beckett interjected from the side.

"Really? Where is he?"

"I don't know. Perhaps they died in the spatial turbulence, or perhaps they were exiled to a strange universe."

Beckett gave Hela an answer.

"Never mind, it's not important."

"Come on, Beckett, come back with me."

"Asgard, it's time to welcome a queen who can lead them back to their former glory." Without even glancing at the Avengers, Hela produced a sharp sword.

Heimdall could not possibly open the Bifrost passage for her, and to return, she, now practically exhausted, needed Beckett's help.

No, I refuse.

Beckett showed no mercy whatsoever.

He wanted to continue this charade, to see if he could actually force Thor to reveal the whereabouts of the Soul Stone, or at the very least let Thor's group know about his desire for it.

Only in this way can he be the last bird in the night.

"I know, I've been there, with Odin." Hela's answer made Beckett pause.

"?"

"Take me back to Beckett, and in exchange, I can take you to the location where the Soul Stone is hidden." Hela raised her longsword.

"Where?" Beckett's eyes were full of doubt.

He truly didn't know that Hela had also been to the hiding place of the Soul Stone.

"Vormir." Hela glanced at the still wary Avengers and, assuming that some of them already knew the location, directly stated her name.

"When I was in Gafa, I met the Collector once, and he was the one who gave me the map of Vormir."

[Is it another method?]

Upon hearing the name again, Beckett was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't doubt Hela's words.

"The secret passage back to Asgard is located—"

"Ms. Hela, if you want to return to Asgard, you don't need to go through the secret passage." After remaining silent for a long time, The Other finally found an opportunity to show off in front of Hela.

"His Highness Beckett once shattered the Bifrost, and when Odin repaired Bifrost, Lord Thanos left a hidden door."

The Other had inadvertently given his master a hand, while Woz scratched his head, thinking about the chip he had left in Mera's book.

[So Hela really didn't die after all...]

DC Universe, Apokolips.

Loki, whose armor was tattered and whose body was bound into a ball, was led to a magnificent palace.

The changes and suppression of the universe's rules prevented Loki's divine power from exerting its full potential, leaving him completely at the mercy of others.

"Do you know Beckett?" The figure on the throne asked a name that astonished Loki.

"Beckett?"

Loki's mind raced as he analyzed the meaning behind the stranger's question on the throne.

"Beckett hair can change between black and gold, and who has a red tail?" Loki suppressed his chaotic thoughts and asked tentatively.

He still doesn't know why he was rescued by that group of soldiers and given a bottle of some strange potion, so he is naturally very cautious.

What if the person in front of him is Beckett's friend?

Although the only effect of that potion so far seems to be enabling him to understand what these people are saying.

Give him the things.

After confirming that Loki was indeed from Beckett's universe and had not misjudged the coordinates, the figure on the throne waved his hand, and the general in the Apocalypse Armor threw the large square box in his hand in front of Loki, while also releasing the chains binding Loki.

"Go to Earth and find a Kryptonian named Clark Kent."

"Then channel the energy from this box into his body."

"If you want to go home, do as I say, understand?"

Loki glanced up at the figure on the throne whose face he couldn't see, then carefully reached out, picked up the box, and held it in his hands.

"Go home? What do you mean?"

Loki had already made up his mind, but his face still showed that he knew nothing.

The person on the throne remained silent, but two fully armed generals appeared out of nowhere and each lifted Loki up by one arm.

"Etc!"

"Etc!"

"What should I do after I complete the guidance?! How do I contact you?!" Loki shouted, a tremor that he tried his best to hide appearing in his voice.

"After you're done, say Darkseid to this bracelet."

The figure on the throne did not respond. One of the generals who had carried Loki away placed a brown bracelet on his wrist.

"Darkseid?" Loki, who had been given a quick shock, became obedient and stopped struggling.

[What's this?]

[Is it a person's name? Or something else? What's their relationship to Beckett?]

[Who is Clark Kent?] Loki was being dragged away, was filled with deep confusion.

I've secured perfect attendance!

Happy!