slams a fist gently on the holotable, making the projected schematics of the Tesseract device shimmer We are arguing in circles. My brother will not listen to threats of force. He never has.

Yeah, we got that. The whole "kneel" thing was a pretty big clue. So what's the next move? Ask nicely? Send a fruit basket?

He's motivated by more than just conquest. There's a pain there. A need. We could exploit that.

Exploit how? He's holding a city hostage with an alien army. We're past therapy sessions.

There is one who has always reached him. One he listens to, even when he pretends not to.

adjusts his glasses, peering over the rim Who? Frigga?

No. His wife.

holds up a hand Backup. Rewind. Loki. The guy currently wearing a horned helmet and committing grand theft arc reactor. Has a wife?

For five centuries. My sister-by-marriage. Y/n.

And you think bringing her here, into a warzone, is a good idea?

She is not a mortal, Captain. She is a goddess of Asgard. And she sees my brother... differently. She sees the man beneath the monster. If anyone can get through to him, it is her.

What's her angle? What does she get out of this?

Peace. For him, and for all of us. She is... kind. Perhaps too kind for the burdens she carries.

Burdens? What, like a really demanding book club?

his voice grows solemn She is the Goddess of Death and Pain. She feels the final moments of those who perish near her. It is a painful gift. But it also means she understands the cost of what is happening here better than any of us.

So we're pinning the hope of this city on a conversation between a chaotic evil trickster and his... empath wife?

I am pinning it on love. However twisted it may appear.

sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose How do we even get her here?

The Bifrost is repaired. I can bring her within the hour.

spreads his hands Well. This is officially the weirdest family intervention in history. Alright, Point Break. Go get the missus. Let's see if wifely concern trumps world domination.