boxofmisfits | A Meeting of Aliens

The whole Thanos thing had shook the world. Sure, Earth was used to super powered threats by now, be they men in power armor, supernatural beings come to destroy or enslave humanity, or entire cities destroyed because a sentient robot interpreted his programming in a certain way. But Thanos had come very close to destroying half the population of the entire universe, thanks to the Infinity Stones.

Eddie and Venom hadn't known about it at the time, or else they might have caught the first fight to Wakanda's nearest neighboring city. Thankfully, they hadn't needed to. Thor's brother, the infamous Loki, had shown up, after seemingly having been killed, according to the God of Thunder. Loki's trickery and magic had helped turn the tide, so the Avengers had been able to save the world once more. The details of the battle were still vague, since most of the Avengers didn't feel like talking about it, but Thanos was gone.

That brought Eddie to where he was right now. In a lounge room, notebook in hand and his phone set to record, prepared to interview the one man who was willing to talk. Venom had agreed to stay quiet for now, as they always did when Eddie had to do an interview.

"So, let's get started," Eddie pushes the record button on his phone, before getting his pen ready. "You faked your death, is that correct?"

Threaded | Flat

Loki had honestly been a little surprised when the man had managed to contact him. He'd been staying at the Avenger's compound, having been given a second chance by the entire team after the way he'd helped save their world. He made it clear that he no longer wanted to be king. What he wanted was to change.

It had been a long time coming and it seemed he was welcome by everyone there. Even the people of Midgard seemed to be ready to forgive him. Still, he wanted to tell his story.

So. Here he was.

"I have faked my death many times, Mr. Brock." He said, an amused smile on his face even as he studied the man. From the moment he'd met him, something about him had felt...off. He just wished he could put his finger on what.

"The most recent time, yes. It was a...desperate act. I had made it seem as if I were offering the Mad Titan one of the stones he so desperately sought. In actuality I meant to betray him, but he knew my tricks far too well. I knew if I could not come up with a good enough illusion, he would kill me. Thankfully I am good at teleportation as well as illusion. I merely made him think he held me within his grasp. He thought he truly crushed my throat."

His hand lifted briefly, touching his throat as he looked away. "Then I hid. Before he blew the ship up, I teleported away. Before Thor could realize. I knew if anyone knew, including him, that I would be of no help to anyone."

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