Shards (A Percy Jackson and Avengers Crossover)

Loki the Knife-Thrower & Percy the Acrobat

Thor returned to the glass viewing area.

Percy turned to Loki and opened his mouth.

"Don't even think about it," Loki cut him off quickly. "God of lies, remember? You're perfectly fine."

Percy's mouth shut with a 'clomp.' He pouted. "No fair."

Unfortunately, Loki was right. Percy was feeling much better. The water had really rejuvenated him. There was no way he was getting out of this.

Percy reached into his pocket and uncapped his pen-sword. He re-centered his attention on his opponent.

And almost had a heart attack.

"Di immortales," he whispered.

Power whipped around Loki. Tendrils of magic were going wild around his figure, like mini octopus arms extending from the main body. Balls of power formed in each of his hand, drawing wisps from his magic hurricane.

Loki looked like a god.

...okay, so maybe that part was a little obvious. But you get the point.

Percy glanced from the giant-Loki-hurricane-magic-thing to his lonely sword and back again.

"Um..."

Loki smirked.

"Oh, shi—"

Percy threw himself to the side, narrowly dodging an energy ball. He scrambled up and peeked back at where hed been standing.

"Uh..." He stuttered, staring at the giant hole in the wall. It was already repairing itself, cracks slowly shrinking and mending in a reverse spiderweb effect. Perks of having a billionaire genius build the training room, Percy guessed.

Unfortunately, Percy couldn't be patched-up as easily as the wall.

"...I take it back!" He hollered, quickly backing away from Loki and his huge power vortex. "I take it back! Forget the magic! Go back to the knives! The knives!"

The god of mayhem ignored him once again.

"Rude," Percy murmured.

He twisted, dodging another blast. And another. And another.

"You're having way too much fun with this," Percy grumbled at the god, already panting from the exertion.

Loki did, indeed, look like he was enjoying himself. The Asgardian was drunk on the power crackling through his veins. Oh, how he'd missed this feeling.

Percy dodged another ball, but an additional one, thrown right after the first, caught him unawares. He swore in Latin and brought the flat of his sword up on instinct.

Imagine his shock when he deflected the sphere.

The ball hit Riptide and pushed him back. Power sizzled all around him and crackled along the blades edge. And judging from the burnt smell, Percy was pretty sure it fried some of his hair.

The orb of power rebounded off Anaklusmos and flew back to Loki, narrowly missing the prince's head.

"Huh." Percy stared at his sword. He flipped it once and nodded. "I can work with this."

Now it seemed like Percy had a fighting chance, however small it was.

He flipped and deflected another ball to Loki. Unfortunately, that was as far as it got. Loki was ready this time. The prince's whirlwind absorbed the power before it got anywhere close to its master.

"Seriously," Percy muttered, as his hopes were dashed. "I just can't catch a break, can I?"

The son of Poseidon sliced through the next orb, the two halves exploding on the wall behind him.