Loki's Surprise Gift for Hela

It's all messed up.

History has really gotten messed up.

Everything's a complete mess!

Doctor Strange was all set up and ready for battle, still found it hard to accept.

In the letter left by the former Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One her departure, she explicitly told Strange about the future she saw with the Time Stone.

This is why Strange would take the initiative to attack Gamora.

Because in the letters left by the Ancient One, the one who led the army to Earth to hunt down the traitor was Thanos's son, Beckett.

Using Gamora as leverage, he gained the opportunity to speak face-to-face with Beckett, thereby further connecting with Thanos and explaining the crisis that the universe is now facing.

This is Strange's plan.

It's perfect, with no flaws whatsoever.

At least that's what he thinks.

But now, he has only just completed the first step—tying Gamora —only to find that the subsequent plot does not match the script left by the Ancient One at all.

Not only did it not match up, but it also led him to meet Loki, the culprit behind this cosmic invasion crisis.

Strange had mixed feelings.

He trusted the Ancient One, after all, she was his teacher, the one who led him into the world of Sorcerer Supreme.

After all, the future is subject to change.

Who knows if some small thing could lead to huge changes in the future?

Take Gamora's situation, for example.

What if Beckett did come to Earth to capture the traitor Gamora in the first place, but Thanos stopped him for some reason?

"Don't look at me like that, I have no interest in you."

Loki, clearly enjoying the attention, spread his hands in feigned helplessness. Tony Stark, in a disgusting manner, wanted to hit him, but since he was now in spirit form, he couldn't hit him at all.

He hadn't fully grasped the magic book that Strange had given him before.

"Really? But your behavior clearly tells us that you come with ill intentions."

Stephen Strange, the master of the New York Sanctum, gave Pepper Potts a subtle hand signal. He wasn't furious that the Sanctum had lost its three flowers, but instead continued to try to extract information and... stall for time.

"Do you know? I'm almost 1,600 years old. I stopped liking your crude verbal tricks when I was 300."

Loki raised an eyebrow, using his age and experience to tell Strange: You're just a little brother.

"Of course, after all, you are Loki, the second prince of Asgard, the successor of the Queen Frigga, and the man who inherited the title of 'First Wizard of the Nine Realms'."

Strange's expression remained unchanged, and he began to flatter Loki.

Tony Stark, in his soul form, scoffed. "What? The number one sorcerer in the Nine Realms? Him?"

"What else can he do besides stabbing people with a knife?"

"As far as the mage profession is concerned, I think he's not as good as you."

Loki's face darkened when his secret was exposed. Strange flatter him further, but the words lingered on his lips for a long time before he finally couldn't bring himself to say them.

"Roar!"

As if agreeing with Tony Stark's statement, the Hulk clenched his right fist and roared with a ferocious expression.

Loki's foul breath and towering physique made him unconsciously twitch his eyebrows, clearly recalling some unpleasant memories, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

"I've changed my mind now."

"Clark, see that green guy? Shoot him! Shoot him to death!"

"I want him to kneel down and beg for mercy in front of me!"

Loki, ever vengeful, pointed menacingly at the Hulk, who was clearly on the verge of exploding; a great battle seemed imminent.

"Hulk will stop that pervert who likes to wear tight clothes and show off his red cape, Strange, you—"

Bang!

Before Tony Stark, in his spirit form only able to be the fountain commander, could finish speaking, the once-imposing Hulk was sent flying back to his feet, a visible dent appearing in his chest...

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The imminent war vanished into nothingness in an instant.

The freak Tony Stark was talking about, wearing a blue bodysuit and liking to have the letter "S" tattooed on his face, was now floating silently in mid-air, retracting his outstretched right fist.

His gray eyes were lifeless and devoid of any liveliness, yet they exerted unparalleled pressure on Strange and the others.

Having finally emerged from Beckett's shadow, the Hulk has now been knocked into a coma by a single punch from the newly arrived Superman Clark.

Bruce Banner, now shirtless and wearing only pants, has returned to the public eye.

"Superman, Clark Kent."

"Of course, you can also call him Carl El."

"In another universe, he is the top warrior on Earth, with unparalleled combat power."

"Before meeting Beckett, he had never lost in a fair and square manner."

Loki reached out and patted Clark on the shoulder, no longer hiding behind him, but instead introducing Clark to someone.

"Beckett?"

As expected, just as Loki had predicted, a rift gradually appeared in the sky above the New York Sanctum after the three flowers on its head were cut off, disrupting the magical energy hub.

Wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit, Hela, with her long hair reaching her waist, slowly emerged from it.

Upon hearing Beckett's name, Hela naturally couldn't stay still.

"Long time no see, sister." Loki said with a big smile.

"I don't recall us ever meeting before." Hela was slowly landing in the Sanctum, looked at Loki with interest. She had heard Beckett mention this man once.

Her brother, Odin's second son.

"I have seen you in the sealed secret history, Odin's first child, my sister, Hela, who was then the chosen Heir to the throne of Asgard."

"Beckett is right, you do resemble Odin." Hela flexed her fingers, applauding Loki's shamelessness.

It has the same style as Odin back in the day.

"Were you waiting for me?"

"Of course, with the destruction of the New York Sanctum and the disruption of Earth's magical center, Asgard will inevitably react."

"And as the Lord of Asgard, you would naturally come to check on the situation, wouldn't you?" Loki replied with a smile.

As he said before, he didn't come to the New York Sanctum for those worthless scoundrels.

"You want to go home?" Hela remained noncommittal.

"Of course, and I also want to give you a gift." Loki's smile widened, and at the same time, the small cube in his right palm released another person who was imprisoned inside.

A woman.

His magnificent attire speaks volumes about his noble status, and the crown on his head and the Golden Trident he holds in his hand complement each other perfectly.

The woman opened her eyes.

Desolate and indifferent.

"What's the meaning?"

"Your relationship with Beckett must be quite good. Don't deny it, after all, he was willing to kill Odin for you." Loki smiled, but a cold glint gradually appeared in his eyes.

"You want to avenge Odin?" Hela paused in her actions, her eyes full of amusement.

"Do you know who she is?" Loki didn't respond, but instead pointed to the woman standing next to Clark.

"Her name is Mera."

"She is the Ocean Queen from another universe, and her power is equally unfathomable. Of course, there is something else I feel I need to tell you."

Loki slowly retreated behind Clark, a cryptic smile appearing on his face.

"She liked Beckett, and Beckett hugged her."

"It's like a princess carry, you know."

Loki tilted his head behind Clark, revealing a smiling face.

"Oh, by the way, she also kissed Beckett."

Finally, Loki added one more thing.

"He stuck out his tongue."

I got drunk yesterday, lol

I learned my lesson tonight and set it up for regular updates.

I'll continue writing when I get back tonight.

After visiting my grandparents, uncles, and aunts for two days, I can finally relax at home tomorrow!