Chapter 119: Asgard II
Loki couldn't believe he couldn't land a decisive blow. He continued to fire more and more blasts from his scepter, each attack becoming more desperate, but none found their mark.
Dave stood calm, his movements fluid. He used Armament Haki, his hands coated in a shimmering black aura, effortlessly deflecting each blast. The powerful magic lasers collided with his Haki and fizzled out harmlessly.
Frustrated, Loki charged at him, swinging his scepter with fury. But Dave waved his hand, releasing a powerful shockwave that sent Loki flying backward. Loki crashed into the edge of the bridge, his body slumping near the ends and he fell from it but saved himself at the last time as he grabbed the edge of it.
"Loki!" Thor rushed to his brother's side, his voice filled with concern. He knelt near Loki, who appeared battered and bruised from the clash.
Dave just stood there calmly as he watched Thor check on his brother.
Thor looked at Loki, who was clutching the edge of the bridge, barely holding himself together. "Loki, give me your hand!" Thor pleaded, reaching out.
But Loki's gaze darkened. "Isn't this what you wanted, Thor?" Loki said bitterly, his voice laced with venom. "My death?"
Thor's face contorted with pain at the accusation. "No, Loki," he said firmly. "I don't want that. I never have."
"But does it even matter now? I a Prince of Asgard, was even defeated by that mortal so easily!!" Loki said venomously.
"No, it doesn't matter, Dave is no mortal" Thor said.
Loki stared at him for a moment, as if searching for some hidden deceit. Then, his expression shifted to one of resignation. "You've always been the favored one," he whispered. Slowly, he raised one hand as though he might accept Thor's offer.