27 27. FINALLY! LOKI V/S HARRY POTTER(ROUND.2)

The team was in a tight spot dealing with the Chitauri, and more of those soldiers kept pouring out of the portal. Thor and Human Torch were having a hard time with the overwhelming numbers, and it seemed like nobody was faring any better. At least they managed to evacuate the civilians safely.

Meanwhile, Hulk and the Thing were up against Red Hulk and Cull Obsidian, getting shoved around. Harry noticed and thought of helping Hulk out. Just as he was about to zoom in on his broom, it got blasted into pieces.

"No, my broom!" Harry exclaimed, looking at the wreckage.

"Hahaha, how's that, Midgardian seidr?" Loki laughed, proud of stopping Harry from joining the fight.

Loki's voice echoed with a sinister satisfaction, weaving a web of manipulation. His emerald eyes gleamed with a wicked light as he spoke to Harry, taking pleasure in revealing his malevolent master plan.

"I don't know how you managed to stop the Hulk's rampage on the Helicarrier," Loki began, his voice dripping with calculated amusement. "But I can't let you mess with my creation – the Red Hulk. His power grows with every surge of rage, an unstoppable force that even troubled me at first." 

Loki, the master tactician, couldn't help but admit the Hulk's formidable might. He continued with a chilling confession, "Even I had to admit that the Hulk is a force of nature. A wild entity that can't be easily controlled.

A sly grin appeared on Loki's face as he spilled the details of his evil plan. "So, I thought. Who could be the Hulk's enemy? Who knows the Hulk's weak points? That's when I found something even better than I expected – a real goldmine. Barton was really good pawn with a lot of information. A shame! that he has to be diversion for my plans on hellicarrier. "

Saying that, the Trickster God's eyes sparkled with joy as he explained his wicked scheme. "I got to know about Hulk's adversary from your teammate and All I had to do was guide General Ross a bit. A small push, a whisper in his ear, and I directed him to tap into the pure power of anger. It was like a hidden blessing, luck beyond my wildest dreams."

Loki's words oozed with cleverness as he reveled in the success of his manipulation. "I orchestrated the rise of the Red Hulk, a force that matches the Hulk's raw strength but follows my subtle guidance. He still is rough around the edges but I've made anger itself my pawn, and now, you see the brilliance of my plans."

As the villainous god boasted, the battlefield echoed with clashes between heroes and the Chitauri's relentless advance, all unknowingly part of Loki's grand design. The revelation of his master plan hung heavy in the air, showcasing the sneaky genius of the God of Mischief.

"Enough chatter, Loki. You talk too much, but thanks for the info," Harry replied with a hint of annoyance. His voice held the weight of frustration as he looked at the wreckage of his precious broom, a gift from his godfather. Swiftly, he cast an Expelliarmus spell, trying to break Loki's hold on the deceitful scepter.

To his disappointment, the scene turned out to be an illusion, leaving Harry open to a sudden blast from the real Loki, catching him off guard. Loki, the God of Mischief, enjoyed his illusions, creating tricky images that danced around him. Harry Potter stood firm, wand in hand, not backing down. Loki chuckled, thinking Harry had stepped into a realm beyond his understanding.

"I've faced dark wizards and magical creatures. A tricky god won't be my downfall," Harry retorted, determined and unyielding.

With a wave of Loki's hand, the air shimmered, and a dozen illusions of himself materialized, each wielding a different weapon. Harry furrowed his brow, uncertainty clouding his gaze as he tried to figure out the real Loki among the illusions. He aimed a Disarming Charm at the nearest Loki, but the figure vanished into thin air.

"Your feeble attempts won't work on me, Potter," Loki taunted, his voice echoing from all directions. "I am the master of illusions."

Unfazed, Harry focused, relying on instincts honed through years of dueling. Muttering a spell under his breath, he cast the Homenum Revelio charm. A surge of magic radiated from him, peeling away the illusions and revealing the true Loki amidst the mirage.

The fight got more intense as Loki created illusions of mythical beasts and creatures, trying to confuse Harry. The wizard, though, was a master at magical combat. He dodged skillfully, countered with his own transfiguration spells, and blocked every magical attack. As the duel went on, Loki's illusions got fancier, testing Harry's ability to figure out what was real.

Even with Harry's skills, he ended up defending more than attacking. Loki's mind games and illusions of past enemies challenged Harry's determination. A blast from Loki's spectre knocked Harry down, and Loki saw the chance to move forward.

Approaching with a glint of triumph, Loki tried to control Harry's mind through the spectre. "You're not a match for me, Potter. Give up now, and maybe I'll make it quick for you."

With a grimace, Harry shrugged off the mind controlling attempt though his occulmency shields and got back on his feet, his eyes filled with determination. He took a deep breath, thinking hard for a solution. Recalling the many spells he had learned at Hogwarts, Harry decided to use a mix of defensive and offensive magic. Loki, with a smirk, clapped his hands. "Impressive, but can you keep up, young wizard?"

With a grimace, Harry got back on his feet, his eyes filled with determination. He took a deep breath, thinking hard for a solution. Recalling the many spells he had learned at Hogwarts, Harry decided to use a mix of defensive and offensive magic.

He casted a bunch of spells at Loki, picking them carefully to find the god's weak spots. Expulso, Sectumsempra, and Reducto tore through illusions, but Loki quickly shifted shapes and rearranged molecules to counter them. Harry, not giving up, changed his plan. He used a mix of spells to mess up Loki's illusions and show his real form.

Loki, a bit surprised, fought back using his own mystical powers – changing shapes to avoid curses, projecting his image to confuse targeting, and teleporting to dodge spells. The duel turned into a cool show of magical skills, each of them pushing the other to the limit.

As the fight went on, Harry's fast thinking and ability to adapt started to make a difference. He guessed Loki's moves, using protective charms to shield himself and attack spells to keep the pressure up. The air buzzed with the magic clash, and with each spell, Harry got closer to gaining the upper hand.

With a strong will, Harry let out a bunch of spells, each one accurate and well-planned. Expulso sent shockwaves through the illusions, Sectumsempra cut through the tricky mirages, and Reducto shattered them into shiny bits.

In a big moment, Harry decided to use the Fumos spell, making a mysterious cloud of smoke around him. Loki, a bit surprised by this move, thought Harry was trying to run away. But as the smoke cleared, it showed Harry casting stunners like there's no tomorrow, catching Loki off guard.

It looked like Harry went all out, casting spells with a kind of wildness that suggested his mind was not in its right place. Seeing his opponent losing it, Loki decided to deal with the seemingly crazy wizard directly instead of relying only on illusions.

To his surprise, as Loki moved in, a sudden and super painful feeling hit him. A red beam, almost invisible in the fading smoke, struck him hard in the neck. The pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Out of nowhere, Harry Potter appeared, materializing from the hidden folds of his invisibility cloak—a powerful thing he could summon whenever, having mastered death in a metaphorical way. Looking at the aftermath of their face-off, Harry lifted the invisibility cloak, showing himself.

Seeing the beat-up state of his opponent, Harry got rid of the bad spell and talked to Loki with a tone that sounded both firm and disappointed. "You know, Loki, the Cruciatus Curse is a spell I never wanted to use on anyone. But you forced me. Look at what you've done—the chaos, the lives you took, all for your little dreams. But who am I talking to? I don't think you care much about these people or this planet. You're just a foolish and arrogant god with some issues from your past."

Harry kept going, his tone mixing triumph and a bit of mockery. "After going head-to-head with you before and now, I figured out something crucial. Spells aimed at your armor just don't cut it. Your armor kind of cancels them out, so I had to aim for the spots without it. And it worked like a charm. Didn't think a mortal could outsmart you, Loki? It's like the god of mischief got pranked. Oh, man, Padfoot would've been so proud if he was still around." Saying this, Harry put a bunch of binding spells on Loki's face, making sure the once-arrogant god couldn't do anything.

Caught off guard by the unexpected turn, Loki, furious, demanded, "How?"

Harry answered confidently, "Well, Loki, I just made you believe in something fake. Created an illusion in the smokescreen to distract you. And, you know the rest, right? You fell for one of the nastiest spells known to wizards."

Struggling against the magic holding him, Loki squinted his eyes. "You dare go against a god, Potter? I'll end you for this disrespect. I won't forget this pain, and I'll make sure you feel the same amount of pain. That's my promise to you, and then I'll finish you off after making you suffer."Harry raised his wand, his voice unwavering. "I've faced worse, especially when I was just a child. You are not that different from those who tried."

Tapping into his inner strength, Harry cast another potent Cruciatus Curse. A bright red beam shot towards Loki, dispelling the last of his strength. The god of mischief bellowed in pain and frustration, overwhelmed by the tormenting power of the curse.

In the aftermath, Loki lay defeated and unconscious, his delusions shattered. Harry stood in the midst of the lingering duel's debris, panting but triumphant. The echoes of the clash echoed through the ancient ruins, marking a collision between the realms of magic and gods.

Amidst the victory, Harry pondered the toll of the battle and the delicate balance between safeguarding the wizarding world and facing formidable foes from other realms. The magical energy crackled around him, evidence of the power struggle that had unfolded in the ruins of New York streets.

As a consequence of the fierce battle, Harry found himself surrounded by the chaos of the ongoing war. The sky glowed with magical confrontations, and the ground shook under the feet of battling giants. Having successfully bound Loki with a variety of spells, Harry shifted his attention to the immediate threat: the clash between Hulk and Red Hulk.

Surveying the battlefield, Harry's transformed army tirelessly confronted the Chitauri forces, leaving him to deal with the colossal adversaries. Grounded without his usual flying means, Harry took a moment to salvage what was left of the broom gifted by a serious black mutt, stowing everything away in his bottomless pouch.

With a determined look, Harry decided that the best move was to jump into the big fight with the four titans. Pointing his wand, he changed the nearby wreckage into a grand unicorn-like creature, complete with a saddle, making a magical steed for himself. Getting on the transfigured unicorn, Harry rushed into the middle of the mess, easily taking care of any Chitauri in his way.

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(edited chapter.)

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