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Chapter 119: Loki, You’re Too Extreme!
🕑 Added 2026-01-04 15:36:27 +0000 UTCAhead, Asgard’s sky was smothered by rolling storm clouds. The crystal-blue clarity of the past was gone, replaced by a suffocating, leaden gray that made it hard to breathe.
Frost Giants were rampaging through the streets, smashing everything in their path as they clashed with Asgardian soldiers. The Asgardian plaza—normally lively, prosperous, filled with laughter—was now buried under thick ice, reduced to a brutal battlefield of frozen ruin.
Civilians fled in all directions. Panicked screams rose and fell without end. Soldiers on both sides kept dropping, blood staining the icy ground red.
It was obvious.
Jotunheim had invaded Asgard.
This was war—between the Asgardians and the Frost Giants.
The moment Thor saw it, he didn’t hesitate. He tightened his grip on his hammer and shot toward the palace, using it to fly—only tossing one rushed sentence over his shoulder:
“I’m going to find Loki! You take Heimdall to get treatment!”
Thor’s figure vanished from everyone’s sight in an instant.
Harry and the others rushed forward a few steps and reached Heimdall.
There, the guardian of the Bifrost—still wearing brilliant golden armor—was sealed inside a thick block of ice, completely motionless. The air around him felt frozen solid by the extreme cold.
The ice imprisoning Heimdall was unnaturally hard. Harry suspected Laufey had done it personally.
If Harry couldn’t still sense the divine power inside Heimdall—proof he was still struggling—he would’ve thought this top-tier all-seeing powerhouse had simply died on the spot.
Harry extended his right hand. Green light burst from his fingertips, dancing like living flames between his fingers.
The moment his fingertips touched the ice, that glow spread across the entire frozen mass.
The ice shuddered violently and began to break down.
Crack-crack—several crisp snaps rang out. The huge block shattered into countless fragments that turned into fine icy mist and scattered on the wind.
With the disintegration spell destroying the ice around him, Heimdall finally broke free.
The second he could move, his body swayed—he nearly collapsed, and Sif caught him, steadying him in her arms.
Heimdall lifted his head, face full of anxiety and dread, breathing hard as he said weakly:
“Hurry… there’s no time. Go stop Loki. He brought the Frost Giants into Asgard himself. The Allfather and the Queen are in danger!”
“WTF?!”
The Warriors Three and Sif froze in place, their faces blank with shock. Even Harry sucked in a cold breath, eyes wide with disbelief.
This was beyond unfilial—it was an outright unfilial farce.
Loki might be unhappy with Odin sometimes, sure, but there was no way he’d actually ally with the Frost Giants and invade Asgard!
And Frigga was here.
Loki had been doted on by Frigga since childhood. Their bond was deep. How could he possibly put his own mother in danger?
Or was this… contrast?
The more someone endured in silence, the more violently they snapped when the moment hit?
Harry cast a Healing Charm on Heimdall and shoved a bottle of Life Potion into him.
Under the double effect of spell and potion, Heimdall’s paper-white face slowly regained a bit of color. The horrifying wounds across his body stopped bleeding and began to mend.
Fandral—fastest of them all—saw Heimdall stabilize slightly and immediately stepped in, scooping Heimdall onto his back.
“I’ll take him to the infirmary!” Fandral barked. “You go support the front!”
Harry and the others didn’t waste a second. They turned and sprinted toward the battlefield.
On the field, the invading Frost Giants weren’t many, but each one was huge, heavily built, radiating a terrifying aura. Elite troops, without a doubt.
They swung massive ice axes, every strike carrying bone-deep cold. Asgardian soldiers were forced into bitter struggles, the situation teetering on collapse.
Harry took a deep breath. Brilliant electric light wrapped around him in an instant, and he shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
Where he passed, lightning flashed, enemies scattered, and he cut a path from the Bifrost all the way toward the palace—taking down Frost Giants in droves and relieving enormous pressure on the Asgardian line.
Once he confirmed this side could hold, he fixed his gaze on the palace and surged upward toward its higher levels.
That was where the true core of this conflict lay.
If Laufey killed Odin while the Allfather slept, the consequences for Asgard would be unimaginable.
Without a Skyfather-level protector, Asgard’s defenses would no longer be able to stand against Jotunheim.
Balance would shatter. The Nine Realms would be dragged back into war—and Earth, as Midgard, would never escape the flames.
As for whether Laufey could kill Odin, Harry had never doubted it.
Laufey wasn’t Odin’s equal, but he was still sub-Skyfather level. Otherwise, in the past, he wouldn’t have been able to face Odin head-on more than once and still retreat alive.
And now, with Loki holding Gungnir…
Harry truly feared Odin might actually get taken down.
At the grand hall in the palace’s very center, several Frost Giants—each around three meters tall—stood guard.
Most of them faced inward, their twisted faces filled with fanatic excitement as they shouted thunderously:
“Kill him! Kill him!”
The next moment, the hall wall suddenly exploded outward. Smoke and debris burst into the air as a figure was blasted out and slammed onto the ground.
Harry’s heart sank.
It was Thor—who had arrived first.
His hair was a mess. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His clothes were torn in several places.
He’d been hurt—badly.
Harry’s gaze snapped through the hole in the wall into the hall.
There stood Laufey, looming in front of Odin’s sleeping body. He pulled back his thick arm, then condensed a dagger of ice and lunged toward Odin’s chest, roaring:
“Odin! The one who kills you… is me—Laufey!”
Damn it!
The ice dagger was only a few dozen centimeters away from Odin. Even if Harry Apparated, he still wouldn’t make it in time!
Just as Harry was about to risk complete loss of control—calling on chaos magic again to temporarily freeze time and space—
A figure appeared behind Laufey.
Hands gripping Gungnir, he drove the spear straight into Laufey’s heart.
Gungnir—Odin’s personal weapon—held power far beyond Thor’s hammer.
Tempered through countless ages and empowered by the strength of gods, it was unimaginably sharp, utterly unstoppable. Even in Loki’s hands, it could unleash terrifying might.
The spear pierced straight through Laufey’s heart. That fatal strike drained every last shred of strength from him.
Laufey’s towering body convulsed. His power collapsed, and the ice blade in his hand melted into a cold stream of water that trickled down Odin’s chest.
Loki’s hands trembled violently, but his face was rigid, severe. Looking down at Laufey as everyone watched, he said in a low voice:
“The one who killed you… is Odin’s son—the God of Mischief, Loki.”
In his final moment, Laufey slowly lifted his head, staring at Loki in disbelief, as if he couldn’t understand why Loki would strike him.
His lips quivered—like he wanted to speak—but blood surged up his throat and choked the words away.
In the end, he gave a self-mocking smile, and his life vanished completely—his body crumbling into shattered ice.
Nearby, Frigga lay weakly on the ground. Strands of hair clung messily to her pale cheek; the chaos had hit her hard.
The instant Laufey died, she forced herself up and hurried to Loki, pulling him tight into her arms. Her voice shook as she said:
“Loki… you saved your father.”
Loki’s armor rose and fell with harsh breaths. His trembling hands clenched into fists as he stared at his mother, eyes blazing with resolve.
“I swear to you, Mother… I will make them pay for what happened today.”
At the same time, Thor and Harry finished off the remaining Frost Giants.
Thor let out a long breath and stepped forward. After embracing Frigga, he turned to Loki, expression hard, and demanded:
“Loki—why didn’t you tell Mother how you sent the Destroyer to kill me and my friends?”
“What?” Frigga looked confused. The pace was too fast—she couldn’t even understand why Thor and Loki were fighting again.
Loki held Gungnir and felt the tremendous power the spear poured into him. Confidence spread across his face as he said:
“I merely carried out Father’s final command.”
Hearing that, Thor’s face twisted with fury as he roared:
“You really are a genius at lying!”
Faced with Thor’s accusation, Loki’s lips curled, forming a smile that looked almost relaxed.
“You’re back. Good.” He dipped his head slightly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’m going to destroy Jotunheim.”
“Destroy Jotunheim? Are you insane?” Thor stared at him, unable to believe it.
Not long ago, if Loki had suggested destroying Jotunheim, Thor would’ve agreed without a second thought.
Back then, he was full of glory and hatred for the Frost Giants. He believed that as long as the enemy was crushed, any method was justified.
But after everything he’d been through—and after gaining a deeper understanding of Odin’s ideals—Thor finally understood that war was no joke.
Every war meant countless living beings dying. Countless families shattered.
Even Frost Giants weren’t all monsters. Among them were individuals who wanted peace, who simply wanted to live.
Thor was about to step in and talk Loki down—
But Loki, as if he’d expected it, snapped his arm and thrust Gungnir forward.
A searing beam of energy erupted from the spearhead and slammed into Thor, blasting him away.
The force was several times more brutal than Laufey’s earlier punch. Thor smashed through the palace wall and fell from hundreds of meters up, plummeting toward the ground.
With the nuisance finally gone, Loki felt a refreshing clarity wash through him. Years of resentment, unwillingness, and jealousy—everything he’d buried—seemed to evaporate in an instant.
Then his gaze, sharp as a dagger, turned toward Harry—who had been watching the drama unfold at the side.
Loki’s hands itched. He really wanted to fire one at Harry too.
But he remembered: push Harry too far, and if Harry’s magic went out of control, all of Asgard would suffer.
So Loki snorted coldly, trying to slip past Harry toward the Bifrost—planning to use it to annihilate Jotunheim directly.
But the moment he moved, Harry stepped in front of him.
Even Thor understood this much.
How could Harry—kind by nature—possibly not?
Harry looked at Loki seriously.
“I can’t let you go and try to wipe out an entire civilization. Loki, you’re being too extreme.”
Loki hadn’t even planned to deal with Harry—but being blocked like this made his fury explode. He shouted:
“What do you know?! The Frost Giants are born evil and deserve to die! Only by erasing them completely can Asgard have lasting peace!”
