【Hammer Base】Forever in Love Underwater

In the days leading up to Loki Odinson's death, he told three lies.

For the first time, he lied in front of several Atrium people:

"You'd better not believe everything I say—"

He wrinkled his nose at the word "believe," as if the word stinks.

"To make a digression, your language is really too rough: if there are [-]% of the things in the universe, even if you put together all the dictionaries you know, you can't even express half of them; The so-called 'atrium language', the whole structure is rigid, and the way of linking words between words is almost the same-God, you have the nerve to call each other's mumbles 'foreign languages'. Thinking of being good neighbors with you for a long time If you are friendly, I feel helpless——ah.”

He put his right hand on his left chest, and made a symbolic gesture of heartbreak, "Let me explain the complicated and complicated facts in your feeble language, it's like killing a giant with a small fork—it's not bad Possibly, but it takes a lot of patience, back and forth, laying out, stating, emphasizing—you know, like sticking a fork into a big brain over and over again."

"You'd better lay down your weapons first—no? Well, but I still advise you to save your strength, save your ammunition, contact your allies, and prepare for battle as soon as possible. Because—the next words, you have to listen carefully, it will affect your Live or die—for an enemy as deadly as the apocalypse is upon you."

He paused, as if pausing between the scenes of a play, to give the audience a little time to react.

Then, he shook his index finger, "I don't care if you believe it or not. Believe it or not, within half a day, he will arrive on time. As accurate as death is, he is as accurate as he is—I don't need his name." Leaking in advance—it’s useless even if you say it out, you don’t know anything about him, what can you figure out just by holding his name? Why don’t you let him make a wonderful and detailed self-introduction in front of you when he comes on stage? In time you will understand that what I have said about him - as fatal as doomsday - is true."

He snorted softly through his nose, "Still don't believe it? Poor boy—the facts don't depend on whether you believe it or not. Shut up. Save those nonsense, it's useless to deal with me again, why don't you act sooner , to give myself some chances of survival."

The night was dark; he turned to the window, looking at the neon lights floating in the night of the city, "As we speak, he has walked to the sun; when the sun rises tomorrow, he will follow the sun Arrival. So I would like to advise again, you better get those colorful little friends out of bed now-you are going to have a period of sleepless nights."

He lifted his jaw, sniffed lightly, and smiled faintly.There was also a touch of blood on his pale face.

Immediately, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

"Relax, this is not the enemy, this is Thor Odinson and his people. I suggest you send someone to meet the uninvited Asgardians and get them something to eat and drink; they are pampered Not as good at starving and sleeping as I am - they'll be here for a while, whether you like it or not; Thor is so confident in your friendship that he insists 'my friends will entertain Us!'—you don't want to disappoint that big boy. He's always inclined to think everything is perfect, so he's so easily disappointed, poor thing."

"Don't worry. The Asgardians just narrowly escaped from Ragnarok once, and they narrowly escaped from the enemy's hands for the second time. They are stupefied, and they don’t have the accent of the Protoss—besides, they are not true gods, they are just flesh and blood like you; if you are too lazy to receive them, then fire a few shots, and I guarantee that they will be wiped out in an instant—so, don’t Nervous, this is a pathetic refuge, not a menacing invasion."

"Ragnarok is us—" he stopped talking, shrugged his shoulders, and put it another way, "It's a family affair within their Asir clan, let Thor Odinson explain it to you personally," he showed a small smile of schadenfreude "After all, he is the last descendant of Asa in this world. The Vanir Protoss couldn't find a goddess suitable for marriage for a while. If you ask me, the throne of Asgard may be suspended for a thousand years."

"Good question. The reason they narrowly escaped death from the enemy is of course because I, their savior, can create the most realistic illusions in the Nine Realms. You think I can only copy my own illusion? You think I can only Little tricks of changing clothes? Ridiculous. If that was all I could do, would you need all these cannons around me? Listen to your guts, people of the Atrium—you're afraid of me. Because you You know, I keep all my housekeeping skills, but you don't know how many more conspiracies I have in my pocket."

He sighed helplessly and spread his hands.

"Well, since you all want to hear it sincerely, I might as well tell the truth. First of all, you have to know that Thor and I have a little, conventional trick called 'judgment'. Specifically, this Here's how the trick works: before the enemy gets close, the two of us fight each other and beat each other up—you hit me, I stab you, shouting, 'It's all your fault! It's your fault! You bad brother! Bad brother!' Then we all turned to the enemy, like two rascals demanding justice from their elders: 'You judge!'”

He played the role of two brothers vividly; then he turned around cleverly, made a surprised and stupid look, and imitated the stupid enemy.

"The enemy rushed over with a weapon in hand, but suddenly became a referee for fratricide. I couldn't figure it out: Why did the two of you fight first, and who should I deal with first?"

"Then, I was in charge of stabbing Thor to death - you should have seen him perform 'death' - his hammer fell to my feet, and he rolled around on his stomach, and the last four Lie on your back, like a big spider turning its belly over, and your arms and legs will tremble twice."

"Thor goes to halftime, and I'm doing 'Surrender' - I'm good at it, as you've heard. I'm going to look terrified first-" He makes a weak, terrified expression, "I'm alone, how do I deal with the enemy? Then I add a little bit of unwillingness, like adding honey to tea: I sip my mouth, and my legs tremble slightly-note that the trembling movement must be light; It’s too fake when you’re playing a pendulum. When acting, the principle of moderation is the most important principle—in the end, I showed that I gave up: I let out a low cry of frustration, dropped the weapon in my hand, and knelt down on my knees, begging A mighty enemy will keep me alive—the point of this step is that you have to be weighed down with humiliation, and you have to grit your teeth and shed a tear or two. But keep your hands where the enemy can see: you have to let He thinks he has won; you have to let him think that even if he immediately pushes you to the ground and rapes you, you won't have the courage to resist."

"When the enemy came to me and thought he was victorious, it was time for Thor, who was lying on the ground, to jump up and dedicate the second half of his performance; in this second half, there was only one scene: the death of the enemy. He opened his hands," He imitated Thor's movements, "The hammer flew up from me, whizzed through the enemy's body, and fell into his hand bloody."

He made a curtain call, "—so, another enemy has called a curtain call."

"As soon as the enemy's spaceship appeared, we immediately decided to re-enact the 'commentary'. However, according to the situation at the time, we slightly adjusted its content."

He stretched out his hands and made a small movement like twisting a bottle cap to express "adjustment".

"My elder brother who had just ascended the throne immediately directed his remaining people to flee to the lower cabin - there are escape pods embedded in there - if only a few years ago, he would have driven a full-stacked spaceship to face the opponent head-on , because that is the glorious Asgardian battle," he snorted through his nose. "In short, he has grown a lot now, knowing that human life is more important than victory, and survival is more important than glory. You have to admit, he He started to look like a king, and he has a bit of the king's good and the king's bad."

"He was responsible for evacuating his people quickly, and I was responsible for recreating a group of people—I let them all 'dead' on the ground, making them look like they had just been massacred. Just close your eyes, snap your fingers, and you're done. It can create an illusion of corpses strewn across fields and rivers of blood—I have seen this scene so much that it is not difficult to describe it at all.”

"When the enemy swaggered into the spaceship with his men, Thor and I performed an improved version of 'judgment' on the spot in the death scene I arranged-he flogged me with lightning desperately, and asked how dare I Killing the most precious people of Asgard—I kept cutting off the lightning with my scepter, shouting angrily and desperately: If I can’t be their king, I will bury them with my own hands—look, even if At such a critical moment, the lines I choose must conform to the evaluation of me by the outside world, and at the same time, I also pay attention to the beauty of the rhythm of the words."

"We fought fiercely, and no one could take the time to say hello to the enemy. At this moment, the rescue capsule full of Asgardians quietly dived from the spaceship into the universe one by one, like a hen Quietly laid a row of eggs—fortunately, Asgard didn’t leave many survivors,” he took a deep breath, and then spit it out slowly, not knowing whether he felt heartbroken or lucky, “otherwise those Those many people couldn't fit in the little egg. Of course they didn't go far, but they were close together under the spaceship, like little chicks squatting under the wings of a hen-oh my god, where did I get so many chicken-related things Metaphors? I'm really degrading myself to show you what I mean."

"I took my chance, flew up, and kicked Thor to the enemy's feet-the enemy grabbed him and beat him half to death-don't worry, don't worry, Thor Odinson can't die. Even if you all die He'll be alive too—you can't imagine how powerful he is. Neither can the enemy—they think they'll freeze and suffocate him when they throw him into space—of course, that's what I've always been The idea that has been instilled in the enemy since: Asgardians are as vulnerable as the people of the courtyard. I often lie, not because I have a plan on the spot, but to lay the groundwork for future lies. This foreshadowing, use it at that moment I begged the enemy: let me kick Thor out myself! Everyone knows that I hate this brother most-this is another successful foreshadowing; so I opened the hatch and kicked him out of the cabin -"

"Afterwards, it's all about me. I'm the only protagonist. I kneel down in front of the enemy and present the Cosmic Rubik's Cube—don't get excited, I'm such a character who is just trying to survive, why should you be surprised? What's more, I steal It is not only my own life, but also the lives of a group of Asgardians. Let me tell you my combat trick: sometimes you have to admit defeat before you can reverse the situation," he rolled his eyes, "if the enemy Come, you might as well follow him first, just like I followed him."

"Back to Thor - he led a team of rescue pods to cut corners in space, like an old hen leading a line of crooked chicks to escape - I really need to stop this crude metaphor. When I and After the enemies made peace and boarded the enemy ship together, Asgard's ghost ship was abandoned - but the real Asgardians were still alive under its wings. Their king is in the universe Tossed and turned, bruised and unconscious, and finally swam back to where they were, leading them toward the atrium again—ah, just now, they landed on the surface. No, not here, to the north," he touched Touching his chin, he made a thoughtful expression, "What's the name of that place? Oh, Norway."

"Why did I appear here? That's because I can not only create the most realistic illusions in the Nine Realms, but also create fake clones, idiot. I left the clone phantoms in the enemy's command camp and worked hard to sneak out , just to inform you.”

He smiled mockingly, not knowing if he was laughing at himself or the person opposite, "I'm not your comrade in arms, don't think of me as righteous - I intend to please both sides. I have nothing to do in the enemy's camp, If he wins, I can also make some war money quickly; if he loses—although this is unlikely—if they lose, you have to think of me as a good pair Face spies, treat them well—"

"Yes, I can share consciousness with my phantom. Yes, it's like making a phone call," he made a phone gesture. to understand—but you have to understand another thing: the signal between me and the phantom is up and down, and sometimes the line may be disconnected, which leads to intermittent threads—so I warn you, Don't believe everything I say."

He took a step back, his eyes curved into a smile, "Also, if you are too rough with me, my signal will be disconnected; if you don't meet my conditions in time, my signal will also be disconnected—you have to I understand, the victory of this war has a lot to do with me right now." He tilted his head with a smile, habitually showing that kind of childish mischievous look, "You'd better be kind to me, lest I get caught Not happy, I leaked important information. From now on, you have to endure my airs and satisfy my nonsense-now, put down your palm cannon, or I will not be happy. Tell you again Well, I've made peace with Thor, and he won't be happy to see you circling around me like this little iron man."

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here," he pointed out the window, "Thor is here."

Thor fell from the sky.His aura was significantly different from the last time he came to the atrium.The stronger the enemy he faces, the more obvious his power will be - such a god who continues to grow like a reborn man cannot be defeated.

Looking at Thor's figure, he smiled slightly, looking very excited, "Come on, come on—the final battle has begun."

——During the war, while continuously sending news back from the enemy's lair, he surreptitiously troubled them and made demands on them, acting like a greedy opportunist; No one found his lie hidden in the truth:

He claims he lurks phantoms around his enemies.But the Loki talking and laughing beside Thor is the phantom.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch a tiger's cub? How can he slip away from a powerful enemy when he is deeply trapped in the enemy's camp?But no one knows this.This is his art of lying: you have to hide a little lie in a lot of truth, so that people can't figure out the truth at all.Even Thor doesn't know what he's up to; Thor is so busy doing justice, traveling through time, that he doesn't even give him a hasty hug between battles.

If Thor hugged him, he would understand the truth immediately: his brother left his flesh and blood before the enemy, and with only a little mental strength, he created a vivid phantom and kept smiling in front of him.

But he didn't give him a hug.So he doesn't know.

So in the end, they pulled him out from the ruins of the war, but no one knew how he fell into the middle of the battlefield: didn't he always refuse to go to the front line, only willing to hide in the building and play tricks?

Thor is willing to hold him now—Thor spreads his arms tremblingly, begging him to land in his arms.He smiled slightly, very satisfied with the ending.He swayed, then fell into the arms of God——

The second time, he lied to a bunch of atrium doctors:

"I'm not a god," he smiled slightly, "never have been. So you don't have to study my body, and you can't find out why. I understand, if you don't do something, that guy out there," he pointed at the door Besides, he made a disapproving expression, "I will definitely yell and make a scene at you."

He sighed, and then smiled apologetically, as if he was helpless for the child's mischief, "Don't mind, he is just so irritable when it comes to unimportant things. You just put these machines It's all attached to me," he pointed to the instruments that were shining with various lights, "and then give me a few glasses of water every day, pretending that you are treating me. I know you can't cure me. Even I can't cure myself, and you still What can you do? Don't overestimate yourself, just put on a good show. Fool him, make a few forms, and tell him that you have tried your best. Don't be afraid, although he has a loud voice and a bad temper, he has a good heart. He won't really blame you."

There is also a little lie woven into this piece of truth.But no one could identify it.

For the third time, he lied to himself:

It was raining heavily outside the window.Half asleep and half awake, he stood up from the sickbed in a trance, walked out of the room, and walked into the heavy rain.In the rain are familiar green hills and familiar temples.He took familiar steps in the rain, endured the familiar pain, silently walked towards the familiar direction, and came to the closed door of the temple—lightning illuminated the night sky, and he saw himself—the young self.He didn't recognize himself a little--he used to be so weak, as if he was suffering all the time, waiting wearily and sharply for someone to bend down and kiss him.Such weakness makes him feel ridiculous—he shouldn't wait, and shouldn't pin his hopes on others, which is equivalent to giving others a weapon to hurt him.

But he didn't understand it at the time.He fell and sat down on the long steps, staring intently at the river of blood on the ground—too concentrating, his expression was almost obsessive, silly, and intoxicated; he staggered to his feet , lingering around the bloodstain, like a pale ghost, still inexplicably attached to the heat of his own body, lingering and dying if he refuses.

The river of blood left by Thor was constantly diluted by the rain, seeping into the soil.So he stretched out his hand and dipped his finger in the blood-sucked ground; he brought his fingertips to his eyes, blinked his eyes lightly, and then brought the little reddish color to his mouth; he stuck out his tongue, Licked.The smell of blood made him squint his eyes contentedly and give him a silly smile.He squatted down and dug the piece of soil with his hands—he was holding a bloody lump of wet mud, as if he was holding a bloody heart.He held it and stuck it to his heart.In an instant, his chest was also red.In the startled and pale flashes of lightning, his whole body was bloodstained, and he tightly held a fistful of bright red in his arms.People who didn't know saw it, and they must have thought that he had finally lost his mind, dug out his heart, and prepared to sacrifice it to the gods.Unfortunately, the gods rejected him, and the gate of the temple was not opened for him.

He didn't cry.Crying is a matter of hundreds of years later.He's just goofy now.

So he stepped forward and looked at the ghostly self.

"Save your energy and don't make such a pitiful grimace," he said in a stern tone, part disgust, part sarcasm, "he can't see."

But young Loki Odinson looked down at the dirt soaked with Thor's blood - before the happy anticipation of a moment before had receded from his face, he smiled and looked at the dirt with love, as if he You can use it to make a Thor statue that belongs only to you.

"I promise you, everything will pass - wake up tomorrow morning, you will feel better. In another 50 years, you will be able to speak and laugh in front of him. In another 100 years, even if he has countless lovers, you You can also deal with it calmly - you still dare to tease his lover and spread wisecracks about his affairs. After 150 years, you rule a small country, and he doesn't approve of your actions, so you fight him desperately You wouldn't have lost if Odin hadn't come to his aid. In 200 years, you'd have the guts to usurp the throne and take his life. You'd be king and save the kingdom. After a few years, you will be able to die." He paused, pointing to himself, "Once you die, you will be free from the pain. Time will pass, you will die, and everything will be no big deal. You are too young now , was tossed away by the little sensual obsession—how can he be so handsome, so bright, and so heroic? You always look up to him, beautify, deify, and strengthen him—”

Loki Odinson wouldn't listen to him.This small, thin, cold ghost walked towards the fairy palace with a dazed expression.

"Soon you won't want him," he told him—he had to raise his voice amid the rumble of thunder, "soon you won't want him—you mustn't cry!"

Loki Odinson walked so far away that he had to yell at the top of his lungs, "Don't cry!"

——He turned around on the hospital bed, frowning, sweating profusely from the pain in the nightmare.

He opened his eyes, tears still falling down.

In the days leading up to Loki Odinson's death, he told three lies.

Two of them were successful.

TBC