Loki

If the Three Kingdoms were used as an analogy, Surtr would be Lü Bu, wielding his halberd, while Brunhilde would be Zhao Zilong, graceful and handsome, carrying a famous spear. The two top warriors clashed fiercely, sword against spear, in one battle after another.

Thor, meanwhile, calmly held Mjolnir and strode forward. He was Guan Yu, carrying his Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

And Loki?

Cao Pi?

Kirk stared at Loki as he struggled to his feet.

Loki stared right back at him.

"Mortal! This is all your fault!" Loki howled. "In the Previous World, you stopped me from conquering Earth. In this world, you came after me again and stopped me from starting Ragnarok and conquering Asgard! You're a curse upon my life, and I hate you even more than Thor! And you killed my three children, Fenrir, Jörmungandr, and Hel. We have a blood feud! Now prepare to meet your fate!"

Kirk's team didn't take Loki seriously. Little Fatty jeered, "Keep boasting, Loki! Those three freakish kids of yours were all insanely powerful, and they still ended up as keys. Just wait. Fatty here will have you on your knees!"

It was true. In the Previous World, Loki had shown up with the Chitauri and the Alien Reincarnators backing him, only to be defeated and earn the title of "the weakest god in the universe." In this world, he had returned to his homeland, assembled a deluxe team of heroes from all walks of life, and played the double agent, aiming to rule Asgard with an overwhelming advantage. Yet now it looked like he was about to lose again.

Who was afraid of whom?

Sheva hurled the [Mistletoe that Assassinated the God of Light]!

The thing could kill with a single strike. Loki didn't look like he had many