"You despicable, shameless mortal! How dare you show your face before me, you useless piece of trash!"
The moment Loki saw Xia Ling, he launched into a string of curses. He was always the one sneaking up on people from behind.
He never thought that after years of hunting geese, he'd finally get pecked in the eye himself. The God of Mischief had actually been ambushed from behind!
What a disgrace. What a disgrace.
And yet he couldn't escape. He could only remain trapped here.
"You despicable coward! You have no honor, sneaking up on me. Mmph."
Seeing Loki's insults grow more and more vile, Coulson pulled a black sock from his pocket and stuffed it into Loki's mouth.
"Director, this sock... Well, you know."
Coulson gave him a look that all men understood. Xia Ling returned a knowing look, and the two shared a conspiratorial smile.
"Thor, it's time for you to come to your senses too. Now, get ready to go to battle with us."
Thor didn't respond at all. He just kept waving his hands and mumbling for the illusions to go away.
"Director, this guy might actually be crazy."
Looking at him, there wasn't a trace of a normal person left in him. He was no different from the patients in a mental hospital; he could go straight to Arkham for further study.
"Coulson, please use the Spirit Injection Rod to bring Thor to his senses. I can't communicate with him like this."
Coulson was delighted to hear that. He immediately unhooked a crowbar from his belt. When Loki saw it, he began whimpering nonstop. If his mouth hadn't been stuffed with a sock, he'd have started cursing already.
Holding the crowbar, Coulson walked over to Thor and said softly, "This might hurt a little. Bear