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Chapter 456: A Prince’s Redemption

Chapter 456: A Prince’s Redemption

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In the heart of Odin's vault, Loki's eyes gleamed with avarice as he roamed amidst the treasures collected over eons. Each item held the promise of power, a temptation that tugged at his desires even in his depowered state. His fingers danced dangerously close to the surface of the Casket of Ancient Winters, his mind calculating the havoc he could wreak if only he still held his magical prowess.

Just as he was about to touch the casket, a deathly chill filled his entire being. 'Hmm… Maybe I shouldn't touch anything…' He pulled his hand back before the casket to freeze him into a popsicle. After all, he is mortal at the moment.

Yet, Loki's desire was bittersweet, for he knew his limitations now. As he glanced at a large golden Gauntlet, a curious look appearing in his face. (A/N: There was a fake Infinity Gauntlet in the movie. IDK why ????) Leaving the oddly large gauntlet for the time being, Loki's eyes flashed with greed as he continued perusing the vault… Tuning Fork, Eternal Flame, Warlock's Eye, Tablet of Life and Time. All powerful artifacts that he coveted dearly.

Meanwhile, Jessica Jones stood by the sealed vault door, donned in the Asgardian armor bestowed upon her by Frigga. Her grip tightened on the sword at her side, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her eyes flickering toward the sound of distant battle echoing from the city outside.

Outside the vault door, A few guards, loyal to the last, stationed themselves with spears poised for defense. They shared anxious glances, their faces grim as they weren't allowed to join the fighting. Although they understood the need to guard the Vault, they are Asgardian warriors nonetheless, so missing out on such a war was truly disheartening.

Back inside the sealed vault, Jane Foster paced restlessly, her heart racing in time with the thundering booms of war. She clenched her fists, her palms damp with sweat, as she listened to the crescendo of battle growing louder by the minute. War was a foreign concept to her, a realm of experience she had never had to deal with before.

Amidst the silent tension, the distant footsteps grew louder, filling the air with a haunting rhythm. The guards tensed, their spears held steady as they prepared to face the oncoming threat.

Loki's eyes snapped to the entrance of the vault, his expression a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He had hoped for a moment's respite in the presence of these coveted artifacts, but it seemed fate had other plans.

The sound of clashing weapons and the anguished cries of the guards reverberated through the stone walls, sending a shiver down Jessica and Jane's spines. Jessica grip on her sword tightened, her muscles coiling in anticipation.

Jane's back pressed against the wall, her wide eyes fixed on the entrance. Fear knotted her stomach, threatening to overwhelm her as the distant sounds of battle drew nearer.

With a roll of his eyes, Loki swiftly scanned the array of artifacts before him. His eyes searching for a weapon or device capable of empowering him. Sadly, his choices were limited, as most things here would either kill him, summon some evil monsters, or were a complete mystery.

Soon enough, Loki began to realize that his options weren't just limited, they were nonexistent. 'Come on… Think… Think…' He paced across the vault, rushing to find anything that could be of help.

As the battle outside escalated, the sounds of struggle soon faded, leaving the three within the vault to speculate on the outcome. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the echoing footsteps of the undead Valkyrie.

Just as they began to wonder whether the guards had managed to repel the attack, the sound of banging erupted, sending tremors through the thick vault door. The door groaned and creaked under the onslaught, dents forming as the undead Valkyrie pressed forward with relentless determination.

Jessica shifted her stance, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of determination and apprehension. Gripping her sword with both hands, she prepared herself for the inevitable clash that loomed just beyond the reinforced door.

Jane's breath quickened, her back pressed even tighter against the wall. Her mind raced with thoughts of Thor and the others out on the battlefield, and her heart ached with worry for their safety, as well as hers.

With each relentless thud against the door, the tension within the vault escalated. Before the door finally collapsed off of its hinges, crashing to the floor and revealing a packed hallway filled to the brim with armed, undead Valkyrie.

With their obstacle finally destroyed, a small army of undead Valkyrie surged forward, their every step shaking the stone floor below. With a ferocious battle cry, Jessica lunged into action. Every movement was a calculated dance of power and precision, as she swung her sword with blinding speed, cleaving through the ranks of the Valkyrie. Her superhuman strength allowed her to send them flying with each strike, and her armor protected her from their desperate blows.

As the undead warriors closed in around her, Jessica pivoted on her heels, delivering a devastating kick that sent one Valkyrie crashing into another. She parried a flurry of attacks with her sword, deflecting their strikes with her novice skills. Nonetheless her movements were fluid and confident, a testament to her combat experience and superhuman abilities.

In the corner of the vault, Jane Foster cowered, her wide eyes fixed on the chaotic battle unfolding before her. She was powerless, a mere mortal caught in the crossfire of supernatural forces. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and awe as she watched Jessica's incredible feats of strength and agility. Each swing of the sword, every powerful kick.

With each passing second, the tension within the vault escalated. Jessica's breathing grew heavier, her movements slightly slower as the relentless assault took its toll. The narrow entry point of the doorway had given her an advantage at first, but the sheer number and power of the undead Valkyrie were wearing her down.

Meanwhile, Loki's eyes darted around the vault, his mind racing for a solution. His heart clenched with worry as he watched Jessica fight valiantly, her determination unwavering even as the odds continued to stack against her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, not after everything they had been through. They haven't even gone on their first date yet…

His gaze shifted to the Casket of Ancient Winters, a dangerous artifact that held the potential to return his lost powers, though the possibility of death was overwhelming. The Allfather has taken his powers, including those pertaining to his Frost Giant lineage.

But, he was still a Frost Giant in the genetic sense, which means the chance that the Casket could awaken his powers was at least there. 'If I die, I'm going to haunt Odin for the rest of his miserable life…" With a mixture of determination and desperation, Loki's hand shot out, fingers inches away from the casket's surface. But he hesitated, a chill racing down his spine as he considered the risks.

"Ahhhh!" Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, drawing Loki's attention back to the battle. A spear had found a gap in Jessica's armor, and she collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from her wound as she screamed in pain. Seeing their opening, the army of undead Valkyrie closed in, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

Without a second thought, Loki's heart surged with overwhelming love and fear. He knew what he had to do. He grasped the Casket of Ancient Winters, his body freezing over in an instant as an excruciating pain surged through him. But he wouldn't let Jessica die, not when he can do something about it.

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Outside, on the battlefield, Odin paused for a moment to look back at the palace, a proud smile forming on his aged face. 'He's finally done it…'

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As Loki's skin turned a sickening blue hue from the piercing cold, out of nowhere, his body suddenly flashed with a quick bout of magic, awaking his cold bloodline. And as his Frost Giant lineage awakened, so did his Asgardian magic. The pain was agonizing, but the magic coursing through him brought a triumphant smirk to his cold blue lips.

With the Casket in one hand and newfound magic gathering in the other, Loki disappeared and reappeared across the vault in a flash of light. Acting quickly, he kicked a pointy spear away from Jessica's exposed neck just in the nick of time, saving her from a gruesome fate. His returned powers and Frost Giant strength allowed him to tear through the Valkyrie closest to her, their undead bodies froze upon contact as Loki smashed them to pieces with a wave of his hand.

Before bothering with the rest of them, Loki spared a moment to cast a healing spell on Jessica, her wound closing before her eyes. And with a wave of Loki's hand, Jessica was sent sliding across the floor back to safety alongside Jane. "Keep an eye on her…" He ordered. And with renewed determination, Loki turned back to the Valkyrie, his eyes blazing with power.

His magic crackled in the air as Loki launched himself into the fray, his every move bringing destruction. The Valkyrie fell before him, their attempts to land a blow thwarted as every attack simply passed through Loki's body, leaving him completely unharmed. His opponents were fierce, but with the Casket of Ancient Winters fueling him and his magic returned, Loki was truly an unstoppable force.

In the end, the vault was bathed in silence, the once imposing army of undead Valkyrie returned to lifeless carcasses. And Loki didn't look winded at all, his body still pulsating with the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters. He turned to Jessica, his frosty gaze softening with relief.

"Are you alright?" Loki's voice was a mixture of concern and affection, his love for Jessica shining in his eyes.

As Jane nodded, still in awe of the supernatural display of power, Loki's lips curved into a small smile. The battle had been won, Jessica was safe, his powers are back, but best of all… He was surrounded by his father's unguarded treasures!

'Hmm, so many choices… What should I take first?'

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