God of Mischief

Loki stared fixedly at Yake, the fury in his eyes nearly bursting forth.

In his eyes, Yake had clearly been capable of stopping that fool Thor from destroying the Bifrost.

But he had not, which had caused Loki's plan to fail, so Loki placed all the blame on Yake.

"What are you looking at?"

Yake looked at Loki with an amused half-smile. Loki shrank back like a startled chick, and his act was quite convincing. If Yake had not glanced at Loki earlier, he might have believed Loki was truly afraid of him.

"This guy seems really afraid of you?"

Steve walked over to Yake and frowned at Loki's behavior. Something felt off to him. This guy had been evenly matched with him, so how had he surrendered so quickly? If it had been Steve, he could have held out for at least an hour or two.

"Impossible. How could he be afraid of me?"

Crack—boom!

Lightning streaked across the night sky, and Loki immediately shuddered.

Steve raised his head and looked strangely at Yake. This was what he meant by not being afraid of him?

The plane suddenly shook as something landed on top of it. Steve vigilantly raised his shield in front of himself, while Tony's helmet covered his head and he looked eager for a fight.

The rear hatch opened. Without a word, Thor sent Tony flying with a hammer blow, grabbed Loki, and ran. Yake did not even spare them a glance. Clearly, the only person in Thor's eyes was the younger brother he both loved and hated.

Seeing Tony move, Steve shouted, "What are you doing?!"

"Find Loki. Whether Thor takes Loki away or kills him, the Tesseract will be gone."

"Stark, we need a plan!"

"The plan is to fight!"

Steve shook his head,