The Warriors Three of Asgard faced the Destroyer Armor forged by Odin, the king of the gods. Their battle skills, usually invincible, proved utterly useless before the indestructible giant armor. Before long, they suffered the same fate as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents before them, fleeing in disarray with their heads covered.
Scorching beams relentlessly ravaged the town. Roaring flames swept over cars parked by the roadside and nearby houses and buildings. In an instant, thick smoke billowed and flames soared into the sky. Across vast distance and space, Loki, holding his scepter, controlled the Destroyer with his mind. He had not originally intended to kill Thor. Even after learning the truth that he was descended from Frost Giants, and even though their blood tie was no longer close, the brotherly bond they had shared for so many years had been real.
But he had never expected those companions who had always fought alongside Thor to openly defy his orders. They had colluded with Heimdall, guardian of the Bifrost, and descended to Midgard without authorization to welcome back that reckless, arrogant brother.
Whether in terms of his legitimacy as heir to the throne or the royal blood flowing through his veins, Loki could not compare to Thor. Once all the lies were exposed and Odin awoke from his dormant sleep, Loki would be cast completely into the dust and might even lose his noble status as an Asgardian Prince. Knowing that such a future was highly likely, he could only harden his heart and send the Destroyer Armor from Odin's vault to kill Thor on Earth.
"I'm sorry, brother." Wearing a horned helmet and holding his scepter, Loki sat high upon the throne, coldness gleaming in his eyes.
The Warriors Three were sent flying one after another by the Destroyer. Vast, powerful