After subduing the agents, Loki began walking through the secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base. He hadn't come to this specific base just for a stroll.
He appeared here for one particular object: the Tesseract, an artifact of immense power once used by a special division of Hitler's army.
Hydra, a unit with technological capabilities far ahead of its time, had retrieved the Tesseract from Tønsberg, a city in Norway, and conducted extensive research on it.
This object of immeasurable power was Loki's goal. He needed it to open and maintain a portal through which his army could invade.
As Loki walked through the base, following the path indicated by his scepter, he continued killing some agents and subduing others, bringing them under his control with the scepter's power.
"Too easy," he mused. "These mortals can't even put up a fight worthy of my effort."
Rather than looking like he was strolling through a battlefield filled with death, it seemed as though he was walking through a peaceful park, so calm and relaxed was his demeanor.
It seemed like his goal would be easily accomplished—at least, that's what he was thinking.
*Fwosh! Fwosh! Fwosh!*
His calm march was interrupted by a hail of arrows that struck the agents he was controlling, causing them to fall one by one.
But the agents weren't the only ones hit by the arrows—Loki, momentarily distracted, was also struck by an arrow in the chest.
"Ugh!"
He fell to his knees, clutching the arrow that had penetrated his chest in disbelief.
As he grasped the arrow, he heard footsteps approaching from the direction the arrows had been fired.
Raising his head to see who was approaching, Loki didn't encounter a person at first—but an arrow, pointed straight at his face.
"Not so almighty now, huh, 'your majesty'?"
The owner of the arrow was none other than Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye. One of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents, Clint was known for using a bow and arrows instead of conventional weapons and boasted a high mission success rate.
Loki glanced at the arrow aimed at his face, but instead of fear, a smirk crossed his lips.
"You will make a fine soldier for my purposes," Loki remarked.
Clint's gut instinct screamed at him that something was wrong, but before he could react, Loki—who had been kneeling before him just seconds ago—disappeared.
"Urgh!"
Clint gasped in pain as Loki reappeared behind him, driving the tip of the scepter into the back of Clint's head.
Despite the scepter's contact, no blood or visible wound appeared. It wasn't flesh the scepter pierced—it was Clint's mind and soul.
The pain was immense as Loki manipulated Clint's memories, reshaping them to serve his own purposes. It felt like an eternity, the agony stretching on as Clint's will was slowly twisted.
Finally, Loki withdrew the scepter.
Clint fell to his knees before Loki, but this time with a fanatical gleam in his eyes, devotion replacing resistance.
"I am at your command, my king. Use me as you see fit to achieve your goals."
Clint's words, once spoken with defiance, were now filled with loyalty and submission.
Loki chuckled, this time a genuine laugh of satisfaction.
"That's more like it. This is how you mortals should act before your king."
He paused, savoring his victory, then continued with a sneer. "Don't worry. I will make full use of you. Not even death will free you from my control."
Loki's smirk widened, his arrogance fully displayed. Conquering mortals had become addictive for him, and controlling those with strong wills was even more exhilarating.
"Now, get up," Loki ordered, turning his back to Clint. "We have a cube to retrieve."
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After ordering Clint to get up, Loki began walking in a different direction than where he was initially headed.
The Tesseract was moving quickly—too quickly for coincidence. Loki realized that the people at the base had figured out his objective and were now trying to move the Tesseract out of the base.
As he adjusted his course, the lights in the base began flashing red, accompanied by a high-pitched alarm echoing through the facility.
*WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!*
*DESTRUCTION SEQUENCE INITIATED. PLEASE EVACUATE ALL PERSONNEL FROM THE BASE.*
Loki chuckled, his smirk widening as the alarm blared.
"Now this is getting interesting. Haha! Run, run all you want. I'm still going to get you!" he shouted, his voice laced with amusement.