Marvel: Silver Hand

Loki stood atop an icy ridge, watching as the remnants of his army crumbled beneath Asgard's might. His once-mighty horde of Frost Giants lay scattered and broken, their blood staining the frozen ground a deep, unnatural blue.

Loki's smirk faltered. He turned to run.

Too late.

A searing light filled the air.

Eldhringr flew toward him like a star falling from the heavens, its molten glow reflected in Loki's widening eyes.

The divine discus spun faster than sound, its jagged edges poised to take his head clean off.

This is it, Loki thought. This time, I die.

But just as the blade was about to strike—

BOOM!

Mjolnir slammed into Eldhringr, deflecting it mid-air.

The force of the impact sent both weapons hurtling away, their clash shaking the battlefield. Eldhringr spun back toward Alexander, who caught it with a scowl.

Alexander turned to Thor, his eyes burning with fury.

"Why did you stop me?"

Thor, gripping Mjolnir, met Alexander's gaze. "We are here to capture Loki, not execute him."

Alexander gritted his teeth. He wanted Loki dead. He wanted to rip out his heart, burn his body to ash, and scatter his remains across the cosmos.

But Odin's order was clear—Loki must be taken alive.

Alexander exhaled sharply, reining in his anger. "Fine."

But when they turned back to where Loki had stood—

He was gone.

---

"Damn it!" Alexander cursed.

Thor scanned the area, his grip tightening around Mjolnir. "He won't get far."

The ground was still littered with frozen footprints, leading deeper into the icy wastelands of Jotunheim.

Alexander and Thor took off in pursuit, streaking across the battlefield like twin comets.

The freezing wind bit at Alexander's skin, but he barely felt it. His blood burned hotter than any fire, and the fury inside him was an inferno.

Then—

A deep, guttural roar filled the air.

The ice beneath them shattered as massive, armored Frost Giants burst from the ground, their blue skin engraved with glowing runes.

Another ambush.

But this time, the Frost Giants were different. Bigger. Stronger. Their weapons pulsed with ancient magic, their eyes filled with cold, merciless hatred.

Thor smirked, spinning Mjolnir in his grip. "More of Loki's pets? This will be fun."

Alexander summoned Turann, his wraith hammer, in one hand. In the other, Eldhringr burned like a miniature sun.

The battle began.

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The first Frost Giant lunged at Thor, swinging an ice-covered war axe the size of a boulder.

Thor met the blow head-on, smashing Mjolnir into the axe, shattering it into frozen shards before driving his fist into the Giant's face, caving it in.

Alexander was surrounded by four Jotuns, their weapons humming with ancient frost magic.

One swung a jagged blade at his head—

Alexander ducked, slamming Turann into the Giant's knee. The wraith-forged hammer tore through flesh and bone, leaving the limb mangled and useless.

Another thrust a spear at his chest—

Alexander caught it mid-air, snapping it in half, before kicking the Jotun backward with enough force to break his spine.

A third charged with a massive club—

Alexander spun, hurling Eldhringr, and the divine discus sliced through the Jotun's throat, decapitating him in an instant.

Blood sprayed across the battlefield, hissing into steam as it hit the ground.

The final Jotun hesitated.

Alexander grinned.

"Run."

The Frost Giant turned to flee, but Alexander was already behind him.

He grabbed the Jotun's horned head, wreathed his hand in molten fire, and crushed his skull like it was nothing.

The battlefield fell silent.

Thor and Alexander stood victorious, surrounded by the burning corpses of their enemies.

Then—movement in the distance.

Alexander's eyes locked onto Loki, who was running toward a frozen chasm.

"Not this time."

---

Loki raised his hands, summoning dozens of mirror images of himself, all running in different directions.

Alexander sighed.

He closed his eyes and let the ring's power flow through him.

When he opened them again—

He saw through Loki's illusions instantly.

"Nice trick," Alexander muttered, dashing forward at lightning speed.

Before Loki could react, Alexander's hand closed around his throat.

Loki gasped, struggling. "You—! How did you—?"

Alexander tightened his grip, lifting him off the ground. "I see through your lies, Loki."

Loki smirked, despite the situation. "Well, then. I suppose it's over."

Alexander turned to Thor. "He's yours."

Thor grabbed Loki and summoned the Bifrost, preparing to take him back to Asgard.

Before he left, Thor looked at Alexander. "What will you do?"

Alexander glanced at the carnage around him, then at the fallen Frost Giants. "I have something to collect."

Thor nodded and disappeared in a flash of light.

---

Alexander knelt beside the fallen Jotuns, placing his hand over their massive, frozen chests.

Their hearts were still warm with magic.

Powerful magic.

Celebrimbor's voice echoed in his mind.

"What are you planning, Alexander?"

Alexander smirked. "The heart of a Frost Giant holds powerful ice magic. I want to use it for something."

He pressed his fingers to the first Jotun's chest—

His divine fire flared, and the heart ripped free, floating into his hand.

The ice-blue organ pulsed with unnatural energy, radiating cold so intense that frost crept along Alexander's fingers.

But his fire burned hotter, keeping it contained.

One by one, he extracted the hearts of the strongest Jotuns, collecting them for future use.

Only when his work was finished did he return to the battlefield.

The Asgardian army cheered as he arrived.

The war was over.

---

The Bifrost opened, and Alexander, Thor, and the victorious Asgardians returned home.

The moment they arrived, cheers erupted across the city.

Golden confetti rained down from the skies, and people threw food at Loki, cursing his name.

Alexander smirked as a tomato hit Loki in the face.

They reached the Royal Hall, where Odin and Queen Frigga awaited them.

Odin stepped forward. "Today, Asgard is victorious once more."

A roar of cheers followed.

Then, Odin's expression darkened. "Loki, for your crimes, you shall be imprisoned in the heart of Asgard, bound in Uru chains, never to escape again."

Alexander and Thor dragged Loki to a remote part of Asgard, where a massive stone jutted from the ground.

With a wave of Odin's hand, Uru chains slithered around Loki, binding him tightly.

Loki smirked. "How predictable."

Alexander punched him in the face, knocking him out cold.

Then, without another word, he flew off.

As he soared over Asgard, his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Earth.

Emma.