Marvel X The Boys

The Quinjet landed on the rooftop of Avengers Tower, its engines humming softly before winding down. The group disembarked quickly, Alex trailing nervously behind Butcher and his team. Deadpool bounded out with his usual flair, humming his personal theme music.

They barely had time to orient themselves when the air thickened. A ripple of energy swept across the rooftop, raising hairs and quickening pulses. A swirling portal of green and gold energy tore open in the middle of the landing pad, snapping and crackling like a live wire.

"Great," Tony Stark muttered, activating his suit. "I knew today was missing something. Loki."

From the portal stepped Loki, his dark, flowing robes shimmering faintly with threads of glowing timelines. His aura was oppressive, filling the rooftop with a palpable weight.

"Brother," Thor said, his tone sharp. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Loki?" Steve Rogers' hand hovered over his shield. His posture was tense, his expression wary.

"Is this another one of your schemes?" Natasha Romanoff asked coldly, her voice razor-sharp.

The Avengers' Hostile Reaction

"Wait, hold up," Deadpool interjected, pointing a finger. "That's Loki? Like, 'I turned New York into a giant LARP session' Loki? I expected more... flair."

"Who the bloody hell is this now?" Butcher growled, stepping forward with his crowbar.

Thor strode up to Loki, his eyes narrowing. "Speak, brother. What trickery are you planning this time?"

Loki regarded him calmly, his hands clasped behind his back. "I am not here for trickery."

Tony scoffed. "Yeah, and I'm not here for sarcasm. Oh wait—I am. What's your angle, Loki? Another invasion? Some magical fetch quest? Lay it on us."

"You misunderstand," Loki replied, his voice steady but carrying a depth that was almost unsettling.

"Do we?" Natasha asked, her tone laced with suspicion. "Because the last time you showed up unannounced, we ended up cleaning up your mess for weeks."

Bruce Banner, still halfway to transforming, stepped closer, his brow furrowing. "If you're here to cause trouble, you've picked a bad time."

The Boys' Confusion

"Wait, wait, wait," Hughie interrupted, glancing nervously at Butcher. "This is the Loki? Like, Norse mythology Loki? God of Mischief?"

"God of prancin' around like a bloody show-off, more like," Butcher muttered. "And you lot think I'm the problem."

Mother's Milk glanced at Loki, his expression skeptical. "He doesn't look like much."

Deadpool leaned toward Alex, whispering conspiratorially, "This is the part where everyone underestimates the magical guy and gets their butts handed to them. Classic."

The Weight of Eternity

Loki's gaze swept across the group, his calm demeanor unwavering despite their hostility. "Your reactions are... expected," he said finally, his voice carrying a faint echo, as if speaking through the ages. "But you are addressing someone far beyond the Loki you once knew."

Thor stiffened. "What are you saying?"

Loki turned to his brother, his glowing eyes locking onto him. "I am no longer the God of Mischief, Thor. I am the Keeper of Timelines, the Overlooker of the Multiverse."

"Uh-huh," Tony said, crossing his arms. "And I'm the King of Wakanda. Pull the other one, Loki."

The faintest trace of a smirk tugged at Loki's lips. "You think this is a jest?"

Before anyone could respond, Loki raised his hand. The air rippled as a golden thread appeared, its light blinding for a moment before dimming. The thread unfurled, revealing glimpses of fractured realities, their borders dissolving and merging in chaotic waves.

"Do you see now?" Loki asked, his tone cold. "The multiverse is unraveling. And I am here to prevent its collapse."

Realization Dawns

Thor stared at the glowing thread, his jaw tightening. "Loki... What have you done?"

"Nothing," Loki replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "This is not my doing. I have seen every timeline, every thread, every possibility. What you face now is a force beyond any of us."

Steve stepped forward, his expression still guarded. "If you're not the cause, then why are you here?"

"To guide you," Loki said simply.

"And why should we trust you?" Natasha asked, her hand still hovering near her weapon.

"You shouldn't," Loki replied, meeting her gaze evenly. "But trust is irrelevant. Action is required. Or all will be lost."

The Boys' Perspective

"This guy's a right piece of work," Butcher muttered, shaking his head. "Who talks like that?"

"He... might actually be telling the truth," Alex said hesitantly, drawing a glare from Butcher.

"Course you'd believe the glowy guy," Butcher snapped. "You're already off your bloody rocker."

Loki's gaze shifted to Alex, and for the first time, his calm facade seemed to falter slightly. "You..."

Alex froze, his heart pounding. "Me?"

"You are... an anomaly," Loki said, his voice low. "A nexus point unbound by the threads of fate."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Alex asked, his voice cracking.

"It means," Loki said, his gaze sharp and unrelenting, "that you may hold the key to stopping this collapse."

The room fell silent, the weight of Loki's words pressing down on everyone.

Deadpool clapped his hands. "Welp, that's it. The kid's special. Let's get him a cape and a theme song and call it a day."

"Not funny," Alex muttered, his face pale.

Thor stepped forward, his expression grim. "Brother, if you are truly here to help, then we must act quickly."

Loki nodded, the glowing thread in his hand fading. "Then let us begin. The collapse waits for no one."

The group exchanged uneasy glances as Loki's presence seemed to fill the room. The fate of the multiverse was no longer a distant threat—it was here, and it was their responsibility to stop it.