American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Wearing a yellow suit, black tie, and a green mask, topped with a yellow bowler hat, he looked utterly bizarre.

Loki Odinson had imagined countless versions of Loki, but he couldn't possibly associate the name 'Loki' with the green-masked figure before him!

"That's outrageous! Are you some clown attending a costume party?"

He lay on the ground, a divine weapon pointed between his brows, yet his tone was fiercely aggressive.

"Clowns aren't as handsome as giraffes. Here, child, take this little giraffe and go play!"

Casually pulling a small deer made of red balloons from his pocket, Loki placed it in Loki Odinson's arms.

"......"

Lying on the ground, holding the red balloon deer, Loki Odinson was completely bewildered, unsure of what was happening.

[Emotional Value from Loki Odinson +1677]

"Mr. Loki, I'm Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. Do you remember me?"

Standing on the second floor and waving, Coulson's face was full of smiles, like a star-struck fan.

Whoosh!

A red blur flashed, and Loki appeared next to Coulson, laughing with his arm around his shoulder.

"Of course, I remember! That 21st-century starry sky cuisine, your taste test was perfect!"

Stuffing a roasted sweet potato into his hand, Loki's expression held a hint of regret.

"I came in a hurry today. If I had known, I should have brought that Hell's Fish Head!"

Hell's Fish Head?

Good heavens, the name alone sounded like a dark cuisine.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Coulson gave two awkward laughs, indicating that his rank wasn't high enough and recommending Director Fury.

Loki expressed understanding, a mysterious smile on his face, urging him to quickly savor the taste of the roasted sweet potato.

Looking at the sweet potato in his hand, Coulson's fingers trembled. His face turned serious, and with a determined bite and stomp of his foot, he bravely stuffed it into the hands of Hawkeye Barton beside him, encouraging him.

"Barton, you've been climbing up and down all night, you must be exhausted, right?"

Holding the sweet potato, Barton blinked a couple of times, seeming to have something to say.

"I understand, I understand everything. You don't need to be polite with me. Tonight, this sweet potato is yours!"

Heavily patting him on the shoulder, Coulson put on an act of 'I'm doing this for your own good,' preemptively stopping him from refusing.

He had sensed that something was wrong with the sweet potato just now, twitching back and forth in his hand as if it were alive.

Coulson would never dare to eat such a strange thing.

Thank you for your hard work, Barton!

Tears of a crocodile streamed down, Coulson was inwardly moved.

[Emotional Value from Phil Coulson +1588]

"......"

Watching Coulson's timid appearance, Barton silently rolled his eyes. It's just a roasted sweet potato, right? It's not like I haven't eaten one before, look how scared you are!

Shaking his head, he boldly placed the sweet potato near his mouth, just about to open it, when a large mouth fiercely kissed his lips—a deep kiss!

"!"

At that moment, not only Barton but even Coulson's eyes widened.

He stared, watching a large mouth emerge from the sweet potato, frantically kissing Barton's lips. At that moment, he only felt fortunate that it wasn't him. He knew that this thing must have a big problem!

This was outrageous!

What did it feel like to be deeply kissed by a sweet potato?

Most importantly, this thing was cooked!

He couldn't even pull it off. The sweet potato was stuck tightly to his lips, truly hot and sweet!

"Glug, glug..."

Barton's eyes rolled upwards, his throat constantly twitching up and down, the sweetness in his mouth turned into a sweet bomb, constantly impacting his taste buds, surging through his limbs. His body trembled, nearly suffocating from the kiss!

The deliciousness from the roasted sweet potato almost sent him to heaven!

[Emotional Value from Clint Barton +1599]

At this moment, even Emperor Shi Tian had to retreat a few steps, coming to Jing Tian's side, telling him to quickly put away the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

As the Eighth Precept of the Ten Rings Gang, he knew Loki's information like the back of his hand.

"Master, who is that person?"

With a thought, stowing the Demon-Suppressing Sword into the scabbard behind him, Jing Tian carefully asked.

He had been staying in the ethereal Immortal Realm, and didn't know about Loki's information, but Loki's appearance brought about a change in the atmosphere that was visible to the naked eye... in every sense!

"Loki, some rumors say he is the one from Norse mythology—the God of Lies and Mischief."

Taking a deep breath, Emperor Shi Tian stroked his beard, his eyes solemn.

"Of course, you might not be too clear about what I'm saying, but you need to know that the one in front of us is very likely a god!"

A god?!

"Master... do foreign gods all look like this?"

Opening his eyes wide, Jing Tian really couldn't see the godly aura in the other party. You know, the gods in Eastern mythology are all ethereal and immortal, unlike the one in front of him, who dresses so... trendy?

Seeing Emperor Shi Tian glaring at him, Jing Tian awkwardly rubbed his hands.

"Uh... Master, should we go up and offer incense, and then worship him? Add some oil money or something?"

"Shut up, kid. With the 20 dollars in your wallet, don't take it out and embarrass yourself."

Emperor Shi Tian retorted unpleasantly, no longer paying attention to him.

Loki's appearance here meant he had to consider the issue of his "disguise" falling off.

On the other side, Loki Odinson, seeing the Demon-Suppressing Sword leave, stood up from the ground with the red balloon deer in his left hand.

He had seen the sweet potato incident, but due to the angle, he didn't see it very clearly.

Right now, he was complaining in his heart: "It's just a roasted sweet potato, right? Is it that delicious that even his pupils rolled back?"

Then, he looked up at Loki's location and loudly mocked.

"You must also be here for this Thor's Hammer, aren't you? But I'll tell you, mortal, no one who isn't recognized by this hammer can lift it!"

"Hammer?"

When Loki said this, he was still above. The next moment he spoke, Loki spun down next to him.

"It seems that the red deer still can't shut your mouth. Please, don't be polite with this yellow chihuahua, feel free to accept it~"

Handing him a chihuahua made of a yellow balloon, Loki took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and held it in his mouth.

"Ah~ That's the taste!"

"Thank you."

Saying thank you, Loki Odinson politely accepted the chihuahua balloon, a look of joy on his face.

This chihuahua is really... Crap!

Bang!

Casually popping the balloon, he quickly reacted. I was clearly talking to you about the hammer, why the heck are you giving me a chihuahua?

Do you think the fact that you share the same name as the Allfather will pass so easily?

You can't bear the wrath of the Asgardian Allfather!

Bang!

The little deer balloon in his left hand also burst in his hand, and he formally declared to Loki.

"Mortal, you really aren't worthy of the sacred name of Loki. No matter what your intentions are, throughout history, there is only one Loki, and that is me!"

Pulling out a magical dagger, a sinister smile rose on Loki Odinson's face.

"You can't handle the weight of the name Loki!"

Coincidentally, Loki also thought so~