Chapter 97 I Came... Just Call Me Th—



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**Chapter 97: I Came... Just Call Me Th—**

Now, this is crazy...

How did it end up being this? I don't know. But I guess I'll be checking this off my bucket list, then.

Axel's hand tightened around Trisha's waist, her frantic struggles almost futile in his iron grip. She thrashed, trying to free herself, but Axel's lips were already on hers, sealing her resistance in that moment of forced intimacy.

The kiss was sudden, sharp, and wholly unwanted.

'I've become a forceful man,' Axel thought, the realization sending a wave of unease through him. But this wasn't his doing.

He was here to break the control—not to make a move like this.

**Earlier...**

Loki's second mirage vanished into thin air, and before he could react, Trisha closed the distance between them, grabbing him by the collar. Her strength was terrifying—like she was tearing him apart with every touch. She slammed him into the ground again, a harsh, unforgiving *thud* that rattled his bones.

"Tsk!" Loki hissed in pain, spitting blood as he tried to conjure another mirage. But it was useless—she saw through every trick, her eyes like lasers tracking his every move.

Trisha wasn't just a skilled hunter; she was an unstoppable force. And without his illusions, Loki knew he didn't stand a chance against her. The plan had been simple—Hera and Roman were supposed to place a recalibrated speaker beneath the field. It would disrupt Hendricks' mind control ability, giving them the upper hand.

But as Loki listened to the frantic chatter over the comms, it was clear they were far from ready. A slight miscalculation.

A mistake that could cost him his life.

"Shit!" Loki cursed under his breath, his body trembling as the weight of Trisha's gravity manipulation crushed down on him. The air grew heavy, thick, and suffocating, like the weight of a thousand tons pressing on his chest. He groaned in agony, his gut twisting under the intense pressure.

Thor didn't flinch, though his voice was edged with frustration. "Mjölnir, come back."

Nothing happened. The hammer remained in Trisha's grasp, motionless.

"Are you kidding me?" Loki groaned, forcing himself to stand despite the aching in his body. "You really expect me to go after Hendricks with her still standing? She'll crush me!"

Thor glanced at him, his eyes hard. "If she catches you off guard, I don't want to lose another family member."

The words hit Loki like a punch to the gut. They stung more than the gravity crushing him moments ago.

Before Loki could respond, Trisha readied her next attack, the ground beneath her feet trembling as she summoned another wave of crushing force. But something was wrong—her movements were slower now, sluggish. She was fighting it. The mind control.

This was their chance. They needed a trigger. Something to snap her out of it.

Just then, a voice crackled in Loki's ear. {Loki, the machine won't work. We've been sabotaged.}

Loki grit his teeth, responding swiftly, "I've got one last trick up my sleeve. Don't worry—it'll work."

As Trisha pulled her arm back to hurl the hammer at them, something shifted in the air. Axel appeared out of nowhere, standing between her and the attack, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. His lips crashed against hers in a forceful kiss, and the world seemed to freeze.

'What... What is this? How did I end up here? I was in the corner of the room, and now I'm kissing Trisha?'

His mind raced, cheeks flushing red as he caught sight of Thor and Loki out of the corner of his eye—both of them barely containing their laughter.

Loki's trickery, no doubt.

But it worked.

Trisha froze, her grip on the hammer loosening. It fell to the ground with a loud *thud*. Her hands slowly moved to Axel's chest, her fingers trembling. Was it an attempt to push him away? Or was it... acceptance?

***Author's note***

More chapters to come