Summary:Loki kills Baldur and is captured by Cap, Amy and Doug's SHIELD agents Log Info:Storyteller: Loki |
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It is a nice night…little breeze, no rain, plenty of reason to be out and about. Its not unheard of for Baldur to traverse the broad park…its familiar territory, he and his horse. Tonight, no horse, but Baldur IS about on the grounds. As are many innocents, holding hands and having a nice walk. Oh, there's a jerk too, trying to hit on some girl whilst half drunk. A bum asleep in a bush that everyone is pretending not to notice…
Four hours ago, at Wade Wilson's flophouse apartment above Sister Margaret's, the Merc with a Mouth lie on his futon with a can of beer in one hand and a massive burrito in the other. He's wearing the whole Deadpool regalia sans mask, and sits bolt upright in regards to a proposal that was just made to him.
"You want me to do what? For a whole case of that shit?"
Deadpool grinned and threw the burrito across the room in the general vicinity of his trash can. The cat can eat it up. "DEAL."
Baldur stops along his journey through the majestic courtyard they call 'Central Park', only to turn his bright eyes upon the intoxicated man. "Good sir!" he calls. "I say, good sir! Do not trouble this woman with your drunken antics. Go!" He makes a grand gesture with his left hand. "Go home, and… and, uh, sleep it off!"
*
Steve's reason for being out in the Park? A jog. It's an old habit, but one that dies hard, especially after long days behind a Triskelion's office desk. Even the Captain's not immune to paperwork in the end. Wearing a light stringed hoodie in dark blue and grey sweatpants, his white-sneakered feet beat a regular pace on one of the concrete paths of the Park's many walkways threading through its rare patch of greenery in the middle of a big city.
However, Baldur's a familiar sight. Steve lifts a hand towards the Asgardian even as he diverts from the path and towards him. "Hey! Didn't think I'd catch you out here." He sounds slightly winded as he slows in his job, sporting a big grin towards the familiar Avenger.
*
It's never just happenstance. Sometimes interdimensional apertures open. Sometimes horses explode. But right now, Analyst Ramsey is adjusting his headset. "I don't see anything yet, but everyting points to this location being the source of the disturbance I'm picking up on, HQ. It's subtle changes in everything, from the flight patterns of the pigeons to the way people unconsciously look away when they're walking. …Well, no. But I'm hardly ever *wrong* about these things."
Amy isn't here to walk the grounds or do any heroing or anything of the sort. No she's here for hot dogs. Standing in line at one of the carts that's still set up, waiting for her turn to place an order. She's got a long sleeved shirt on, as well as a loose fit beanie that's been pulled down to cover her hair and some of her very shiny head, letting the long sleeved shirt and the hat help tone down a bit of the gleam off of her. She looks up from her spot in line, leaning to the side a bit to peer past the line and deeper into the park where she sees Baldur and some drunk guy. There's a little shake of her head before she stands up straight once more, stepping forwards after a small group gets their order, and asking for two hot dogs, all the fixings as her eyes track once more around the park.
Oh, there IS a disturbance, all right. Those who can sense magic, or understand enough high-level science…there is what qualifies as a shit-ton in the area. There doesn't seem to be anyting different about Central Park, though. The grass is still green. The flirty douche is still a flirty douche, though he does back off when Baldur calls him out, cursing into the night. The little dials on Doug's sensors are going weeeeee! Some dramatic wind starts to kick up right here, though further down the trees seem to be experiencing the normal amount of wind. A few birds decide to get out of there and fly off. They know. They know something is about to go down.
The Hot dog stand guy hands her the dogs, though some of her onions blow off. The guy looks up at the ominous trees. "I think I'll pack it in for the night."
And somewhere, Loki in his hidden vantage just grinnns at Wade having to talk to Captain America like he's Baldur.
"Listen, I'm telling you, something is about to happen - it's all in the pattern." Doug says. "I've proven it time and time again, Dugan, the nose knows—" He grimaces, at feedback in his headset. "Ugh!" Then he takes it off, and the wind whips through his hair, before he says, "This is my life now. Eternally in completely over my head."
Baldur, son of Odin, God of Sunlight and half brother to the Mighty Thor, turns toward Steve with a quizzical expression upon his glorious face. However, when recognition settles in, a bright and powerful smile comes upon him.
. . o O (Jesus Christ. Is that Captain America? I bet he's definitely a tighty whiteys kind of guy. You know, we could really have a bit of fun here, but Creepy McCreeperson has a whole case of that Assguarding Super LSD, so, ya know. What can I do? Better make this count. Enjoy your popcorn, gamers.)
"Steve Rogers!" Baldur announces with a boisterous sound. He strides toward the man and claps him hard on the shoulder. "Indeed, Odin smiles on us this day! Though, I must say, your strange attire leaves much to be desired." He laughs aloud, until the wind begins to blow, at which point he quickly unsheathes his sword and takes a stance as if to protect Captain America. "Behold!" he announces. "There is a fell presence in the air." He turns toward Steve, his eyes wary. "I do hope you brought your shield, old friend."
. . o O (Seriously, I sound like a TOTAL DOUCHE. Worth it though. I really can't wait to see Axl Rose boning Rick James again. That shit was so fucking funny!)
For a moment, Baldur lifts his arm to stifle a snorting laugh.
*
Steve grunts at the impact of the swat to the shoulder, but doesn't seem too much worse for the wear afterwards. He simply grins and shrugs. "I know, it's not the suit, but it's comfortable to run laps in. Can't complain." The warning, however, including the sudden upkick of the wind itself to drop the air a few degrees in temperature, has the Captain frowning.
"Don't have the shield on me this time, but I've used trash can lids before," he shares with the Asgardian even as he turns and looks around the Park. The snort has him looking back at Baldur briefly, squinting hard, but it seems the jig isn't up.
Yet.
*
Amy Allen notices the odd wind kicking up. Mostly because it blows some of her onions off. There's some cursing and she turns to keep the dogs out of the wind. At least none of the kraut blew off. She does pause though when the hot dog guy says he's going to pack it in for the night, and really takes a look around. It's about then that she truly noticed how odd the wind is. There's a little sigh from the metal woman, but it doesn't stop her from eating her hot dogs. In fact she finds a nearby bench, then eyes it warily before she tries to take a seat, then stands up as it creaks under her. "Nope." Eat where she stands it is. She's about halfway through her first hot dog when she hears the smack of Baldur's hand on Steve's shoulder. She looks up, and sighs again before she starts to wolf her food down. She isn't moving in the direction of the two, but if there are weird talking guys with swords around there's definitely trouble on the way. And trouble has a tendency to mess with one's ability to eat. Thankfully she's done time in the military. You learn to eat fast. The second dog is gone within a few moments and she's well lingering. Curious enough to stay and see what's going on.
When he wants to make an entrance…he does know how to do it. The wind swirls to a point, kicking up leaves in a mini-tornado not far from the group. Then, suddenly, it all stops and whooshes outwards, like a great sigh. Where there was once a tornado, now there is a Loki. He's not the friendly neighborhood Loki that he's shown himself as up to the point he was accused of murdering a priest of Thoth. He hasn't been seen since then. And now…well, its hard to miss him. Curling gold horns top a helm that protects most of his head. A green cape swishes left and right like he had been moving moments before. He is armored on his arms and shoulders, and black leather makes up the rest of his attire, armored underneath the folds of it. He is holding a long halberd in his hand, the point sharp as a knife, and speaking of knives, he has some of those in his boots. He has 20 yards to cross to get to Baldur. He stares…then starts running, and as he does, his image flickers and becomes three.
"…And there he is." Doug says, squinting. "That would be the source of the disturbance. Loki, I think? One of the Asgardian outworlders." He grabs a tablet off his belt and brings up what information is available with a swipe. But for the time being, he hangs back. "I don't have the firepower to deter him, let alone detain him. You'll need to scramble a strike team—"
"Odin's Beard!" Baldur exclaims, and readies his sword in defense of Steve. "I would suggest you find that can of trash, Captain." He gestures with a free hand toward this new arrival. "This is Loki, son of Odin, my traitorous half brother and no man to trifle with!"
. . o O (I really hope no one fucks with my GoPro over there. This is totally going on my YouTube channel, right next to the video of me dressed up as Bob Ross.)
When Loki transforms into three, it takes great effort for Wade not to cry out some form of excited vulgarity. Instead, he draws the blade back and twirls it. "Prepare yourselves, mortals, and flee if you've no b… no… insufficient genitalia!"
With a ferocious roar, Baldur leaps forward, striking toward one of the three Loki's with a practiced lunge.
*
Even without the horns, Steve would recognize the regalia on display. After the wind slows, he brings his arm down from before his face and written all over it is good old confusion.
A quick frown at Baldur. "He was just asking about — " And there goes Baldur, claiming the antithesis of brotherly fondness on display not but a week back. The Captain looks quickly between the Asgardians and sets his jaw.
"If this is a joke, it's a bad one!!!" he grumbles to himself as he quickly darts to one of the Park's garbage cans. Him borrowing the lid? After popping the chain links connecting it to the main bin, it's no joke here. With silver pseudo-shield in hand, Steve then runs to engage one of the other two Loki-visions, shouting as he goes.
"HALT! This is neutral ground on Midgard!"
It's so not, but hey, worth a shot.
*
|ROLL| Loki +rolls 1d3 for: 1
"What in the…." Amy trails off as Loki appears, her eyes narrowing in confusion at the sight of him. Her attention shifts to Baldur and Cap before going back to Loki. "This… can't be good." She heaves a soft sigh and glances around as if looking for a way to just kind of slip away, but her eyes find… a lot of bystanders in the area. Silver lips press tight together as she stays put. Not slipping away, but not yet moving towards what looks like it may be a confrontation. Then there's three Lokis and Baldur is swinging a sword. "Hell." She mutters and starts walking forwards, keeping an eye on the situation. She doesn't exactly offer her help, but she does wander nearby, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans. "A little swordplay is fine boys, but lets keep it below big time destruction yeah? There's innocent people around." She gestures around at said innocents, many of whom are doubtless fleeing the scene by this point.
|ROLL| Loki +rolls 1d20 for: 3
FLEEING they are. Well, most of them. There's some idiot trying to video it on her phone. But besides that, mostly fleeing.
Loki 1 brings his halberd across his body, then swipes across in a sudden motion as he stops to engage Baldur. The clash is furious and epic, CLANG!! Swipe! CRASH! Spin-SWISH! "I am going to enjoy killing you, " he spits out as the two Asgardians lock eyes.
Loki 2 and 3 both make to engage Steve Rogers, since no other threats are present, also holding halberds. But…there are a lot of illusions going on for Loki right now, and one of the images, (3), clearly flickers a few times. The other one feels pretty solid though when a Loki blow comes down on that trash lid.
Strike team hits the quinjet to be en route!
Amy doesn't have any soda for her hot dog anymore. The truck has left.
"Something's not right…" Doug says, before he squints at Baldur, and then politely makes an adjustment to a dongle on his headset.
"…Be very careful, sir," He says, in Captain America's ear, "Your ally there is not who he appears to be." In the meantime, Doug considers his sidearm, and then says, "Who am I foolin', I might as well throw it at him.
"Do not fear, dame!" Baldur cries out between those clashes of blade, in response to Amy's warning. "This trickster will not betray his lies upon any innocent soul!" He strikes again at Loki 1, a challenging grin upon his face. "Tis not a joke, Captain. See how he pays no heed to such treaty! Yah!"
Baldur leaps backward to avoid one of Loki's strikes. He swings the massive blade around with the force of a god, and the resounding clash of metal is enough to rattle the teeth. Baldur brings his face in close to that of Loki's, and his eyes are filled with confidence.
"You shall enjoy no such thing, snake," he counters, "but for the hilt of my blade upon which you shall be seated!"
Did Baldur just tell Loki, in Asgardian fashion, that he's going to shove his sword where the sun (get it?) won't shine?
. . o O (You bet his ass I did.)
*
Perhaps expecting to engage one Loki, Steve can be seen to stutter and adjust his approach on the fly when it's a pair of halberds being swung in his direction. He leaps aside to dodge one of them, but has to bring up the trash can lid to prevent the second from embedding itself into his torso. The metals collide with a resounding amount of noise all their own and, to Steve's eyes, the trash can lid now sports a very serious dent — these were not made for medieval sparring, clearly.
The small voice in his ear, however, confirms his suspicions. Realizing he has a comrade somewhere in the Park, he throws up what has to be the briefest thumbs-up of confirmation on the planet before ducking another swing of a halberd. A jink to one side has him sommersaulting away at an angle. As he rises to his feet, he jumps and hucks the trash can lid at the Loki whose halberd just slammed into the makeshift shield — or at least, appeared to.
"Get back! Get out of the area!" He yells over his shoulder at Amy after he lands, glaring back at the fracas.
*
"Well that's not exactly fair." Amy comments as she watches Cap dealing with two of the Lokis. "Damnit now I'm thirsty where is that cart?" She looks around, but no soda for poor Bombshell. She frowns, the frown shifting into a scowl before she turns and starts walking towards Loki. "You owe me a soda." She calls out to the villain? Well he's the one doing the attacking. So villain right? There's a slow blink from the silver woman at Baldur's comment, but she doesn't know the man so she has no foundation for suspicion. Just disbelief before she's trudging up towards one of the copies, ignoring the blade in his hands and just taking a swing at the kind of real illusion. "Yeah yeah. Get clear. Except you're left here fighting two on one, which just isn't fair so… lets even that a bit."
|ROLL| Loki +rolls 1d20 for: 17
Its never supposed to go this way. Certainly not in any fair world! A contest of champions here, for sure. The Prince of Lies though, makes a brutal success. Turning around, trading blow for blow, he spins the halberd, rams the butt of it at Baldur's stomach, then gives it another half spin. He leans back on his rear leg, then suddenly thrusts it forwards at Baldur's chest, a hiss coming from his lips with the effort behind that.
The Loki whom the trash can lid is thrown at, swings hard downwards and sends the trash can lid skittering across the ground. It appears to land not far away. However, in the distance…because Steve's got quite an arm, the actual lid hits a tree and starts doing donuts on the ground before finally settling like a spinning penny. Loki #3 looks upwards, then sideways, possibly responding to the threat of more assailants and assessing the area.
|ROLL| Loki +rolls 1d20 for: 5
The third Loki gets swiped at by Amy, and its busy doing something Loki thought of the second before that, so her fist goes right through his pale face!! There is some surprise from that vision of Loki, and a guilty look. "Look who wants to be a hero…" the vision sneers and mocks.
"I'm not really sure what his point is, except that he's angry and looking for a fight, which doesn't seem to QUITE match what we know of Loki," Doug muses, "But then again, he is known for incredible whimsy." He thinks about that, and then says, "…Which of you is the real one?"
He studies the two remaining. "Come on, give me something. The problem is, to paraphrase Mary McCarthy, when everything is a lie, including 'and' and 'the', how do you identify the truth?"
|ROLL| Loki +rolls 1d3 for: 3
Baldur, Son of Odin and master of the suns of the Nine Realms and beyond, is suddenly taken by surprise. The shot to the gut knocks the wind out of him, and before he can react, he finds Loki's blade squarely in his chest, set just between the plates of armor and sunken deep into his heart.
Gasping, Baldur stares at Loki as if he's just been bested by a cheat. The shock is paired with blood that seeps forth from the wound, and after a moment, Baldur's blade falls to the ground with a heavy thud. His right arm rises to grasp Loki's forearm as it holds the killing blade, while his left rises to grasp the man by his cheek.
"Loki," he grunts, and blood seeps from the edge of his lips, clearly filling his lungs and spilling into his chest cavity. Then, of all things, a mischievous grin appears upon his face. "If you strike me down… I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine." He then lurches forward, clenching the man's jaw with a trembling hand, before the heavens above open.
Light pours out of the dusk sky, a light that is unnatural and warm. It covers the area around the two Asgardians, and begins to permeate Baldur's armor, his face, his very countenance. When he looks to the sky, there is a tear in his eye, and then he turns back to Loki. "Your betrayal will always be remembered…. brother."
Then, with a glorious sound and a vicious gust of wind, Baldur dissolves into the light of the sun itself. The brilliance is blinding in its ferocity, and when it does away… Baldur is gone.
. . o O (Ten bucks says Steve doesn't get the Star Wars reference ICly. DON'T YOU FUCKING CHEAT, STEVE. I am well aware of the IC/OOC barrier, and if you fucking twink on me I will report you to the +staff! Gimme a sec so I can look up my Venmo account, mmkay?)
Deadpool, who of course was disguised by the Trickster and playing the part of Baldur this entire time, limps off toward some trees with a hand on his chest. He's trying so hard not to laugh, which is made a bit easier considering the hole in his chest, heart and lungs is currently healing up. Hopefully Loki's illusions keep him invisible to everyone until he's squarely out of sight.
. . o O (Also someone tell Doug to stop being so smart. Everyone always does a piss poor job playing Doug Ramsey, and this dude is actually killing it, which makes me VERY uncomfortable. I bet he's even boning Betsy Braddock, which is something I totally wanted to do at age 14 as well.)
*
It's the clash of sensory input that has Steve suddenly coming to a halt on the grassy lawn of the Park. While he saw the trash can lid be deflected off to one side, he can hear it spinning on its metallic rim. One can see his head turn in both directions to confirm it and then one very angry scowl sets into the Captain's face.
He caught the swing of Amy's arm through one illusion and marks it off. On a risky secondary decision, he actually ignores the second Loki entirely as he turns to face the combatants — just in time to see the sword get buried into the armor of one Baldur (not-Baldur). His eyes go wide. Taking a step or two towards the beleaguered Asgardian makes no difference. There he goes in a majestic twinkling of light dispersion, far more poetic and symbolic than a small firecracker. Panting, the Captain then turns his attention to the last and final Loki. His eyes narrow as his chest bulls in and out with each hard breath.
"Never should have trusted you," he spits before beginning a ground-eating stride towards the Trickster God. It seems that he's mad enough to take on the helmed man with his bare hands and sweatpants.
*
"Nah. I'm no hero. Just don't really care for bullies. Two on one? Not cool." Amy remarks with a small smirk on her lips. "Can these things be killed? I could just like… blast it to pieces if it can. Or should I just go help ye olde something or other out with the real one?" She starts to turn that way when Baldur takes a freaking blade in the chest. She blinks a couple of times before she races that way. "Hey di… what? Did you just… quote Star Wars?" She asks, peering at Baldur in confusion. Who takes their last moments on earth to quote Star Wars? "You know… this seems like it just got really personal. I'll keep the fakes off your back, you can have that one. Call if you need help!" She calls out to Steve before she looks at the illusions. "Sooo wanna stand here and spectate? You two can't hurt me. I can't kill you… you know. We can just watch. Or we can do the fighting thing for no reason at all. I mean that's cool too."
Wade is covered on his retreat by invisibility, though there is very real blood on the end of Loki's halberd when he turns to face the oncoming Steve Rogers. Its a bit thrilling, getting to flex finally, after being calm for so many months. The demise of Baldur has put a smile on his face, all wicked and curved, wrinkling his cheeks. He gives the spear a dramatic twirl and then levels it, prepared to continue fighting. The illusions, ignored, fade out in a ripple of gold. "/Captain/, without his /shield/…what can a mere Midgardian do against a god like /me/." His voice weaves like a spell, oozing threat with each syllable, "The Avengers were poorer with Baldur…always /weak/…too worthless to represent Asgard as Midgard's champion." On a bit of a roll, Loki continues his monologue, "With the return of Fenris…and Hodr, this could only end one way." To Amy he says, "Stand with your Captain…and die like a hero. Odin may welcome your ghost…" Now its two on one the other way around.
Actually Doug's dating life of late has been pretty bad. It's sad, really, but it's also kind of funny? In a 'if I don't laugh surely I must scream' kind of way. In a world of steak, Doug has come to the conclusion that he's a Big Mac.
BUT, that's a problem for another day, because right now, a gunship has just landed on the green and a SHIELD strike team armed to the teeth is piling out of it. Doug begins gesturing to the WAND specialist brought in as part of the team. "Containment wards here, here, here, here, here, and here." He points, and then says, "Heavy weapons in reserve, in the meantime… go back Captain America up. Be ready for anything."
Loki has no idea what Star Wars is either…
Once Deadpool reaches the tree line, he dives behind them and pulls his hand away from the chest. It's already healed, but there's a nice rip in his red spandex. "Dammit," he mutters to himself, before turning to eyeball the incoming ship. "They're gonna get my GoPro," he mutters, sounding truly heartbroken about that. At any rate, it's no time for meddling. Wade takes off with the other stragglers who thought it was smart to stay and watch - that is, until nearly being blinded - and just runs with them, screaming along to hide his laughter. "Oh God!" in falsetto. "Oh lawd Jesus! Oh I don't wanna die, I don't wanna dieeeeee!"
. . o O (I actually DO want to die but that's… SPOILER ALERT! Hahaha just kidding. As if.)
*
Steve's purposeful approach doesn't cease — it doesn't slow or alter in any manner. He glances briefly away from the Trickster God at the appearance of a SHIELD gunship landing out of the evening sky and then back to Loki once more. Amy is given a terse nod of acknowledgement. It's her decision alone to join in the spat at this point.
"I can do this all day," he announces to the Asgardian even as he closes the last dozen feet or so with a sudden and frightening burst of speed. "So shut up and put your money where your mouth is!" He aims for the Asgardian's midriff in a low and sweeping tackle set to hit so hard, the horned helm might go flying through the air in a gleaming arc.
*
"Uhhh yeah. Not really in the mood for dying and all that." She turns her head, regarding Steve in his jogging clothes. "Cap huh?" She remarks, then shrugs her shoulders, lips downturning into a non commital sort of expression. She looks back over to Loki. "Not entirely sure who you are but a god? Not likely." Amy starts walking towards the real Loki and Cap where they're squaring off though she does pause to look around, spotting the SHIELD boys. "Looks like you've got backup there Stars and Stripes." She remarks, not engaging, standing off just a bit. Out of easy attack reach. She's not going to let Loki kill Cap, but she's also just gotten done ranting at illusions about two on one fights. "Soooo who's the dead guy?" She asks of Loki and Cap. Because mid battle conversation is a thing right?
As the strike team disperses, some going to try to set up the wards to contain Loki - a tall order - others go to assist Cap, and Doug, or rather Analyst Ramsey adjusts his headset again, because he's getting a lot of feedback in it.
"It's really uncanny, I hope you're looking at the readings I'm getting on my equipment. I'm completely unable to get a good read on the guy. Even when he's saying something contextually true his body language is telling me he's lying, flat-out."
That's the thing about halberds…they aren't really that great once someone is past their strike range. For a brief moment, Loki poses similarly to when he struck down Baldur, but something just cracks in it. A moment of falter. He's about to monologue about who Baldur was, but, that's when Cap hits him, hard. Loki tips in the scales at a solid 500+lbs, so its not unlike tackling a wall. The ground is scarred by their impact, sliding for a few feet before finally stopping. The beautiful golden helm goes a few feet further, rolling to its own stopping point. Now its a wrestling match, and Loki tries to get in a punch. He ALSO waves his other hand to try to fire off some illusions at the SHIELD agents. Terrible monsters start to take form, as if summoned, but the wards popping up make the images shudder and shimmer. They fade out again. With the incoming support of the agents, its looking like a solid win for the good guys is in order! Amy is close enough to be able to tell that Loki says something to Steve.
*
It is not like hitting a mound of pillows, not in the least, when Steve slams into Loki. He can feel his shoulder sing with painful strain as it takes the brunt of impact verses the Asgardian armor. The air whoofts from his lungs as they both hit the ground and slide. Grass and churned soil scents rise overtop the metallic residue of blood on the halberd's blade.
It does turn into something akin to a wrestling match, with Steve appearing to struggle between deflecting punches and wanting to serve up some of his own. The hiss to him is enough to make him pause in pulling back his arm, cocked and ready to deliver a jarring haymaker.
"Should've texted me if you wanted to talk," the Captain growls back sotto-voce before grabbing up a fistful of loose material beneath the plating of armor. The muscles of his frame ripple as he yanks back from the ground to get to his feet and then lifts Loki to his toes, all by the handfuls of fabric in white-knuckled hands. "Gentlemen," he says loudly enough for the SHIELD soldiers to hear, "Get the cuffs."
*
"Holy shit!" Amy cries out when monsters suddenly flicker into existence and then disappear. She pauses, looking around, then lets out a quick laugh at herself. "Illusions Amy. Get a grip." She turns back just in time to watche Loki go down, Cap atop him. Then Cap is up dragging Loki up to his feet with him. She looks around at the SHIELD agents, then back to Cap before jerking a thumb over her shoulder. "I'm gonna hit the road. Looks like you guys have everything in hand here. Unless you need me to stay. I mean does SHIELD do witness statements?" She looks slightly perplexed, her head tipping to the side as she starts to walk backwards. Not quickly just ready to clear the area so the authorities can do their thing.
Doug looks around, and then says, "You heard the man." He tosses a pair of WAND-issue enspelled manacles to one of the guards, "Cuff him and load him aboard for processing."
He pauses. "Don't let him out of your sight, not even for a minute." Then he thinks about it, and says, "…Make sure there are always at least *three* people watching him at any moment."
Then he rubs the back of his neck, and says, "…Hell. Did I just arrest *Loki*? Illyana's never going to let me hear the end of it. And I bet I could put that on my Tinder profile and STILL not get a date." He gestures. "Load him up, I'm going to make sure he hasn't left us any surprises."
Loki is hoisted…and he grins a bit. Deed is done. What happens next with the SHIELD agents doesn't encounter resistance from the tricky fellow. They are free to put cuffs on him as they want. Its a hefty charge Doug leaves the agents with, and a silent Loki is cuffed and led into the jet for detention somewhere else. The heroes have the day!
"…Something's not right here." Doug says. He grabs a guard, and says, "24/7 *direct* observation of him in his cell by WAND. At least three agents watching him *at all times* trading off in staggered two-hour shifts. No conversing with him."
He doesn't *technically* have the rank to give those orders… consider it just a strong suggestion.