Svartalfheim.
The land of the dark elves.
Malekith looked at Loki standing before him, "I need you to go to Midgard."
"That's not a good place." Loki seemed to have remembered something bad, and his expression froze for a moment. "I have some grudges against them, and I'm afraid they won't be willing to welcome me over."
Malekith waved his hand, and a tall and burly warrior beside Malekith, wearing a bull helmet and mask, whose face could not be seen, stepped forward, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Loki's neck, and lifted him up with one hand.
Loki kicked his feet in the air a few times and tried to pry the warrior's fingers apart with his arms, but the warrior's fingers seemed to be rooted to his neck, not moving at all.
Ignoring Loki's struggle, Malekith spoke gently, "I'm not asking you, I'm ordering you! Without me, you'd still be in this so-called cage."
Loki hammered the dark warrior's arm even harder, but he was not his brother, and he didn't even have the strength to shake the opponent's arm.
Finally, at Malekith's signal, the dark warrior loosened his arms, and Loki fell to the ground in a mess from mid-air.
"What do you want me to do?" Loki coughed twice on the ground, rubbing his aching throat with his hand, and asked tactfully.
"Your father sent his son to Midgard. I need to know why." Malekith squatted down and looked at Loki, who was still on the ground. "I want to know what is there in Midgard that can allow him to expend the energy to transport his son there even after suffering such trauma. Isn't he afraid that we will attack again and put him into a deep sleep?"
"Just asking for information?" Loki raised his eyebrows.
"By the way, let's cause some trouble for Midgard and your brother and involve him for a while." Malekith said casually.
"This is difficult." Loki dusted himself off and stood up. "Before you, I once borrowed the army of a cosmic overlord to invade Midgard. That army was defeated, and I became a prisoner. Midgard is no longer the barren land you know it to be.
If you continue to ignore it, you may suffer a great loss in the future."
"Are you frightened?" Malekith sneered. "Don't make fun of your incompetence. You'd better do what I ask. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be left wandering the desolate reaches of the universe."
"I need manpower. Powerful manpower!" Loki said, "There is indeed a powerful force protecting it."
"I can't give you enough manpower, but I can lend you the dark warriors," said Malekith.
Loki followed Malekith's gaze and looked at the dark warrior next to him who lifted him up with one hand, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I will prepare a flying ship for you." Malekith gave Loki no chance to bargain and gave the order directly. The dark warrior grabbed Loki by the back of the collar and pushed him forward.
"You don't have to do anything, I can walk by myself!" Loki's loud complaints spread far away, but it was useless in the face of the dark warriors who were as silent as a mountain.
"Are you doubting him?" A woman in armor suddenly appeared and asked as she watched Loki and the others enter a small flying ship, start up, and then disappear into the atmosphere.
"He is cunning, but not cunning enough. It is meaningless to worry about his loyalty. Just let him go to Midgard and make trouble. As long as he can divert the attention of Thor and Odin, that is enough." Malekith answered nonchalantly.
"Are you planning something?" The woman sensed that Malekith was hiding something from her. She didn't care about the secret, but what mattered to her was the promise Malekith had made to her. "Don't forget, you promised me!"
"Don't worry, the next time will be Odin's death! I will be happy to fulfill your wish and let you cut off his head then." Malekith assured.
"That's better." The queen of the heaven dimension raised her head slightly, looked in the direction of Asgard, and responded in a cold tone.
"I need to leave for a while recently, but you'd better maintain the illusion that I'm still here." Malekith suddenly said.
"Now that Thor is gone and Odin has been wounded, are we going to rest and then attack Asgard all at once?" The Queen of Heaven frowned. She had originally thought that Malekith had sent Loki to Midgard to contain Thor and then attack Asgard again, but now Malekith wanted to act alone, which was obviously beyond her expectations.
"I need to retrieve the artifact that belonged to the Dark Elves! During that war, it was stolen and sealed away by Odin. I recently sensed its call, and I must go and retrieve it." Malekith said with fanaticism in his eyes, "With it, even Odin in his prime is nothing to fear."
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The ship plunged into the atmosphere and landed in a desert. The hatch opened, and Loki stepped out. He raised his head, using his hands as a parasol to slightly block the glaring sunlight. Then, someone pushed him from behind, and he staggered out of the hatch, nearly falling to the ground.
"Hey, be gentle, man. We're just two now." Loki steadied himself, took a deep breath, turned around and complained to the dark warrior who pushed him.
However, the dark warrior ignored him. After the two walked out of the cabin, the intelligent control system of the spaceship closed the hatch according to the previous settings, then activated the stealth system and slowly took off.
"What are your plans?" Loki asked the dark warrior who had come to his side. The dark warrior stared at him through the two holes in his horn mask with his dark eyes.
"Can't you speak? You're a mute..." Loki didn't finish his words when the Dark Warrior once again grabbed him by the collar. He raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, I shouldn't have attacked you personally. Now you can let me go. If you don't have a plan, then follow my lead."
"Look for Thor." The dark warrior said coldly, being frugal with his words.
"Thank God you can talk! I know we need to find my stupid brother, but this requires a plan! Believe me, it's not difficult to find him. The only difference is that if we go to his house like this, we won't end up well. Even if you look like a good fighter." Loki, who was put down, straightened his messy collar, looked up at the dark warrior who was at least two heads taller than him, and suggested.
"Let's leave here first and find some helpers," Loki suggested. "I know a good place. It's a prison where I was once imprisoned. Everyone there is talented."