Magical Marvel: The Rise of Arthur Hayes-Chapter 287: Shattered

Loki pulled himself from the wreckage of the shattered server bank. Blue electrical sparks showered around his broad shoulders as he stood. He casually brushed a piece of twisted metal from his fine leather armor, his jaw clenched in absolute, murderous fury.

Arthur Hayes. Even when the wizard was not physically present, his meddling was an infuriating thorn in Loki’s side.

Loki cursed the mortal silently. He had watched the brutal battle between Arthur and Laufey. He knew the mortal possessed power that defied conventional logic. But as Loki’s long, pale fingers tightened around the golden haft of the Scepter, a cold and intoxicating confidence washed over him. The Scepter changed the equation entirely. It gave him the power to face the wizard and win.

"A clever trick," Loki sneered, stepping gracefully over the sparking debris. "But your little protective charm is completely spent, mortal. And you will still become my puppet. Just like him."

Right on cue, Clint Barton stepped out of the shadows and stood rigidly beside Loki. His bow was drawn taut, a lethal arrow pointed dead center at Fury’s chest.

Fury stood his ground. He did not reach for his fallen weapon. He kept his eyes locked securely on the Asgardian. "This doesn’t need to get messier than it already is."

"No. It doesn’t. Because you will kneel." Loki spread his arms wide, the Scepter gleaming in the harsh emergency lights. "I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with the glorious purpose to make you all kneel."

"Earth has no quarrel with your people," Fury said.

Loki let out a short, mocking laugh. "An ant has no quarrel with a boot."

"Are you planning to step on us?" Fury asked evenly.

"I come with glad tidings," Loki declared, a mad gleam in his eye. "Of a world made free."

"Free from what?"

"You will understand soon." Loki answered. "But freedom is life’s great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart..."

He paused. His green eyes slid sideways toward the cowering scientist.

"You will know peace."

As he spoke the final word, Loki pivoted with viper-like speed. He thrust the Scepter forward, tapping the glowing blue tip directly against Dr. Erik Selvig’s chest. The astrophysicist gasped sharply. His eyes turned pitch black for a terrifying second before settling into a glassy, glowing cosmic blue.

Fury’s jaw clenched tight. Two of his people now. "That doesn’t look like freedom or peace to me."

Loki looked back at him, entirely unbothered, as if Fury’s complaint did not matter in the grand scheme of the universe.

"He is stalling, sir," a flat, emotionless voice announced.

Loki turned. Clint Barton was standing at perfect attention, his bow lowered slightly.

"That pendant was a distress beacon," Barton continued mechanically, his blue eyes unblinking. "Hayes is coming. He will be here any second."

Loki’s arrogant smirk faltered instantly. He cursed violently in Old Norse. He was not afraid of the wizard, but he was certainly not ready to fight him today. Not yet. Not before his grand plan was set in motion and his Chitauri army was secured. Engaging a being who could atomize a Frost Giant King without his own cosmic army at his back was simply bad strategy.

Loki turned his back on Fury and moved quickly toward the center of the room.

The Tesseract still sat in its heavy containment apparatus, pulsing with erratic, blinding energy. Loki reached for it with one hand. His fingers closed tightly around the glowing surface and pulled it free.

But then, something happened that absolutely no one in the room expected.

The Tesseract shattered.

The synthetic crystal casing, completely drained of its residual spatial energy by the portal’s forced, violent opening, shattered into a thousand useless pieces in his palm.

Loki stared at the glittering, mundane dust falling through his fingers.

A fake.

Before the God of Mischief could even begin to process the sheer, insulting audacity of the deception, the destabilized energy inside the empty containment unit violently ruptured. A massive wave of concussive blue force erupted outward, sending Loki, Fury, Barton, and Selvig flying backward across the laboratory.

And in the aftermath, a sharp, deafening crack sliced through the ringing silence.

It was the distinct sound of displaced air collapsing in on itself as Arthur Hayes Apparated directly into the center of the chaotic room.

The pendant’s signal and Winky’s message had reached him at almost the same time.

Arthur took in the room in a fraction of a second. Soldiers down. Fury against a ruined console, conscious, bleeding. Selvig on the floor, eyes glazed blue. Barton against a column, also blue-eyed, hand already reaching for his bow.

And Loki. Pulling himself upright from the blast, scepter still in hand, armor dusted with the glowing remnants of the fake Tesseract.

Arthur’s eyes gleamed seeing Loki’s staff. The Mind Stone.

He quickly fired a stunner.

The red bolt crossed the room in an instant. Loki, still recovering from the explosion, reacted on pure instinct. Centuries of combat reflexes moved his body before conscious thought engaged. He rolled sideways toward the dazed Barton and pulled the brainwashed archer directly into the line of fire.

Arthur cursed aloud, snapping his wrist upward sharply. The second Stunner veered wildly at the last possible millisecond, blasting a smoking crater into the concrete ceiling instead of stopping Clint Barton’s heart.

Arthur shifted tactics instantly. His hand swept downward, and thick, conjured chains erupted from the solid stone floor. Heavy iron links laced with binding magic surged toward Loki from below. Simultaneously, a second set burst from the cracked ceiling above, descending rapidly like a cage of enchanted metal. A third set materialized from the wall to Loki’s left. Three directions. No gaps.

Loki snatched up the Scepter and slashed viciously through the air. The Mind Stone’s raw cosmic energy dissolved the conjured metal into useless vapor on contact.

Arthur began forming a portal. Golden sparks spun in the air before him, Eldritch magic shaping space into the familiar ring of a gateway. The same infinite falling loop he’d used on Loki years ago. Let him tumble through recursive space until the fight left him. It had worked once. It would work again.

But the moment the portal manifested, the very air in the room screamed.

The violently unstable spatial energy left behind by the shattered fake Tesseract reacted catastrophically with Arthur’s spatial Eldritch magic. The physical space between them began to twist and tear violently, threatening to suck the entire underground bunker into a localized black hole. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Arthur realized the danger instantly. He snapped his hands shut, brutally canceling his own portal before it could rip the room, and everyone in it, apart.

It was too dangerous. The room was drowning in uncontrolled Space Stone energy. Any further spatial manipulation risked tearing the massive facility apart and annihilating everything within a mile radius.

Loki seized the brief opening. He hauled Barton roughly to his feet, keeping the archer firmly between himself and the frustrated wizard.

"We will see each other again, wizard."

Loki channeled the raw, pulsing power of the Scepter, forcefully manipulating the volatile spatial energy still bleeding heavily into the room to help him escape.

Then, before Arthur could do anything, Loki and Barton vanished in a blinding, harsh flash of blue light.

Their forced, violent teleportation was the final straw for the volatile spatial energy in the air. The thick concrete walls groaned agonizingly. Massive fissures spiderwebbed across the ceiling, raining heavy chunks of debris and rebar down onto the laboratory floor.

Through the settling dust, Arthur saw Selvig. The mind-controlled doctor was ignoring the collapsing ceiling entirely, typing frantically at a surviving console to trigger a total lockdown that would trap them all inside.

Arthur flicked two fingers. A fast, silent Stunner struck Selvig squarely in the back, dropping the scientist limply to the floor.

Arthur turned to Fury. The Director was pushing himself up from the rubble with a grunt of pain, bleeding heavily from a deep cut above his brow.

"Fury," Arthur ordered, his voice cutting clearly through the terrifying sounds of structural collapse. "Take everyone and evacuate. Right now. This whole place is about to blow."

Fury did not need to be told twice.

He hauled the unconscious Dr. Selvig over his broad shoulder with a heavy grunt of effort. He turned to the few tactical agents who were just beginning to push themselves up from the rubble, groaning in pain.

"On your feet!" Fury barked, his voice cutting through the deafening groan of the collapsing bunker. "Grab the wounded. Grab the dead. Move!"

The agents moved with the drilled discipline of SHIELD’s best. They slung the arms of their fallen comrades over their shoulders and limped rapidly toward the heavy blast doors. Fury led the charge out of the laboratory, not looking back. He knew Arthur Hayes well enough to know the wizard did not need a babysitter.

—

Arthur was left completely alone in a room that was rapidly drowning in volatile spatial energy.

The blue light was blinding. Arcs of force crackled between every exposed surface. The walls were splitting along stress fractures that spread like veins through the reinforced concrete. The ceiling groaned continuously, the deep structural complaint of a building deciding whether to stand or fall.

He quickly considered his options.

If this were any other kind of energy, the solution would be straightforward. Open a portal to an uninhabited world, somewhere barren and empty, and shunt the force through. Let it safely expend itself against dead rock and hard vacuum. He’d done it before with other dangerous energies. Simple, clean, effective.

But this was pure spatial energy. Opening a portal meant creating more spatial distortion in a room already heavily saturated with unstable spatial force. That was not solving the problem. That was pouring premium jet fuel directly into a raging fire.

Space could not transfer space. That way led to a cascade failure that would tear a hole in local reality. Exactly the kind of catastrophe Arthur had cancelled his earlier portal to prevent.

He had to rely on conventional containment.

Arthur planted his feet firmly on the trembling floor. He raised both hands, his palms facing the blinding blue epicenter.

His hands flared with brilliant golden light.

Eldritch magic spilled from his fingertips like water. The bright sparks rapidly wove themselves into complex, heavily interlocking mandalas. The geometric shapes expanded and locked tightly together, forming a massive, glowing golden cube that completely encased the thrashing spatial energy.

The blue light violently slammed against the golden barriers. The Eldritch cube shuddered under the impact. Hairline fractures immediately began to form across the glowing magical glass.

It was nowhere near enough.

Arthur shifted. His hands changed patterns. Different runes now. Not Eldritch. Not standard wizarding magic. But Ancient Magic. He didn’t need the Arcane state for this. That would have been overkill.

Silver light began to mix with the gold radiating from his hands. He moved his fingers in sharp, precise strikes, drawing ancient runes directly into the trembling air. The silver runes ignited and connected to one another, forging a solid, humming dome of pure power around the fracturing golden cube.

The pressure in the room became suffocating. The sheer density of the spatial collapse pushed against Arthur’s magical senses. He could feel the terrible weight of it. And the energy was still building. Still pushing. The residual charge was expending itself, which meant the pressure would peak before it declined.

Arthur gritted his teeth against the strain and threw up a third, heavier layer. He was not confident two layers would survive the peak.

More Eldritch mandalas spun to life, layering themselves heavily over the silver runes. Three concentric shells of pure mystical defense now stood between the collapsing space and the rest of the underground facility.

Arthur raised his hands higher, fully intending to weave a fourth, final layer just for the sake of absolute safety. It was the deeply ingrained habit of a man who had survived long enough to know that things went catastrophically wrong precisely when you assumed they wouldn’t.

The energy burst before he could finish the weave.

The explosion was entirely silent, but the kinetic impact was terrifying. The innermost golden cube held its ground for three agonizing seconds. Then it shattered completely, dissolving into millions of useless sparks.

The blue spatial shockwave slammed mercilessly into the silver Ancient Magic dome.

The two fundamental forces went to war. They ground against each other, shrieking in a frequency that shattered every remaining glass monitor and lightbulb in the laboratory. The raw power of the universe clashed with the ambient magic of the earth. For one terrifying heartbeat, the dome bowed outward.

Then, they canceled each other out. The Ancient Magic and the weakened spatial energy destroyed each other simultaneously in a blinding flash of pure white light.

The residual shockwave rolled forward and hit the outermost layer of golden mandalas.

The final Eldritch shields rippled violently like water disturbed by a thrown stone. They flared to a blinding gold, held their rigid shape, and fully absorbed the last dying breath of the blast.

The blinding light faded. The terrifying hum died away.

The underground room was completely annihilated. Scorched bedrock, melted metal, and pulverized concrete were all that remained of the multi-billion dollar research laboratory. But the thick structural walls holding up the rest of the facility were intact. The explosion had not breached the bunker.

Arthur slowly lowered his hands and let out a long, steady breath. He then rolled his tight shoulders to ease the heavy tension in his muscles.

The immediate crisis was averted. The explosion was successfully contained.

Now, he just had to find a missing god and appropriate a scepter.