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Loki: The God of Magic
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Right?! If he can't clap half the galaxy's cheeks by next chapter I'ma be mad as hell.
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Yes he did. As for the time travel, the Celestials rarely make an appearance. Arishem is the only one who interacts with any characters in the MCU that we have seen so far, and of course, the one that used the Power Stone. I don't want to give spoilers yet but all this timey wimey shenanigans will be explained in the future. This Celestial's death doesn't do much to affect the timeline, because in the end, they rarely interact with the canon narrative. So while things might change in the cosmic scale, it is not going to effect Earth, which was what worried Yao at the time.
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Don't enjoy the time travel would have preferred some sort of past viewing magic instead. The time travel felt too simple and should have at least required the time stone to pull off.
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Hello there,
If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.
Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Asgard
"Father, I hope you are not busy."
"Same as always, my son."
"Mother, brother."
"I have gathered my findings on Asgard's creation here. I thought you might want to give it a read first."
"Any interesting revelations?"
"Very much so."
"This planet is…" His father asked, waving a hand.
"Asgard, before the Emergence of a Celestial destroyed it."
"Great-grandfather Buri and a small fleet of ships survived as they were away."
"Female Einherjar?" His mother raised an eyebrow.
With a planet-sized population, allowing females into the armed forces was not seen as it is today. However, as the loss of each female threatened the recovery of the population, they had to be discharged. As Asgard's past was forgotten, the females were not allowed back in due to misconceptions."
"Until the Valkyries."
Yes, which had the highest standards created for each warrior. Only the ones most likely to survive were allowed; hence, it was such a great honor."
"What of the ships?"
"At first they were used to gather raw materials. Later, they were cannibalized for the parts, as there were no docks for repair."
"There are also several images I managed to recover from the ship's databases. It was old, and most of the data was corrupted."
"To think we have forgotten so much of our past."
"It is shameful. At least it was merely forgotten," Thor muttered. Odin stole a glance at him. He turned back to the uncovered piece of history in front of him, silent.
"There isn't much to add after that. This Asgard was a station researching the seidr well that powers everything today. Great grandfather Buri simply built a new home upon it."
"Accursed Celestials."
"Shall we announce this to the citizens? I think they deserve to know how Asgard came to be."
"Yes. It is ancient history, and we are not about to go to war with the Celestials."
Loki forced the corners of his lips down.
—
His father took his place on the throne. A section of the armrest glowed, projecting his form across Asgard and into its digital counterpart.
"Beloved citizens of Asgard."
"Long have we lived in peace and prosperity, in mine, my father, and his father's reigns. I have come to learn that the price of Asgard's existence was a heavy one."
His tale of the first Asgard and its destruction due to the Emergence of a Celestial was unexpected and shocking news to the citizens. King Buri's toil in building a new home for the Aesir was inspirational.
"My grandfather's actions prove that Asgard is not a place but the people."
Thor's jaw clenched. Loki laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him. He knew his brother's fury was not gone, merely simmering beneath a calm facade.
His mother knew something was off. Both had kept tight lips in front of her artfully, denying everything. If the Queen of Asgard caught a single strand, she would unveil everything. Neither he nor Thor wanted her to be stuck in the middle of a dispute between her children and husband.
—
The revelation had caused quite a stir in the society. The existence of a previous Asgard was overshadowed by the fact that females were allowed to become Einherjar once. It has been over ten thousand years since the destruction of the planet and the creation of the planetoid.
None could bring themselves to reminisce over a place they had never set a foot on.
Voices rose, considering the possibility of petitioning the Allfather to lift the unwritten ban. Sif supported the idea, even if she did not wish to become an Einherjar herself. Asgard's population was stable; there was no reason not to allow females into the army now, especially with the Valkyries gone.
Loki too gave his vocal support but had more important matters on his mind.
—
Hel
He stepped out of the gate. Hela was lounging on a sofa that definitely was not there before.
"Hello sister," he said, tapping the dome.
"Lackey," she greeted without even opening her eyes.
"Really? That is the best you could come up with?"
She waved him away. "I hardly need to expend any effort to insult you. What do you want?"
"Enjoying the synthesizer?"
"Yes, it is a useful device. Impressive what Asgard has created in my absence."
"That was mostly me."
She swung her feet to the ground and stood up in one smooth motion, walking towards him. "A realm inside a computer, a device to create basic needs out of pure energy in seconds, and the rest of your wonders. Quite the talented son Odin has adopted."
"I shall take that as a compliment."
"And I shall ask again, what do you want?"
"I simply came to see how you were doing."
"I am caged like an animal in solitude." She spread her arms, spinning around once. "How do you think I am doing?"
"If you want me to leave so you can brood in silence over your galactic domination plans, you just have to say so."
"I want to be out of here to take what is rightfully mine."
"I have no qualms about it, and neither will Thor once he realizes the throne does not suit him."
"You won't stand in my way?"
"If you want to take the throne and rule as a good queen, sure. We will have issues if you try to drag Asgard into a pointless war of conquest."
"You are strong, but do you think you can kill me where Odin could not?"
"Could not? Dear sister, he stopped his conquest because he could not bring himself to sacrifice you for the Soul Stone."
She froze for a couple of seconds. "Did he tell you that?"
"Of course not," he said, snapping his fingers. "I simply went back in time to see it for myself."
He opened a window to the moment he had witnessed his father turn away from his ambitions. Hela watched, a storm of turmoil in her eyes.
The moment Odin left Vormir, she came out of the trance.
"The Time Stone?"
"It played a part, mostly so I can see how it controlled time in the first place."
She grinned. "I knew there was something wrong with you. I could easily gauge Thor's strength, and even though you are not there, my instincts are screaming of danger."
He tilted his head. He certainly wasn't hiding his presence. The dome keeping her imprisoned did not block everything either. She should have been able to detect his cider.
"Oh, I get it now," he mumbled. The outer layer of his appearance kept everything inside. Since none had seen fit to mention it, he did not realize he was hiding his seidr by accident.
He released a negligible amount of his power, just enough to appear to the sight of seidr.
The matter of her instincts could be attributed to how easily he crossed into the dome and his fearlessness.
"Thank you once more, sister, but we are not here to talk about me."
"I looked up to him, you know. He was this strong, undefeatable figure, bound to bring the Nine Realms and beyond under his heel. Yet he just gave it up because he could not kill me."
"How does that make you feel?" She certainly couldn't be angry at the fact her father did not want to kill her.
"On one hand, I think he is weak for it. On the other hand, I definitely would have fought tooth and nail to survive."
"What of the Soul Stone? Where is it?"
"Here," he said, removing it from the pocket dimension.
"My," her eyes flashed, glued on the orange gem floating in his palm. "I did not expect this, Loki. Who did you sacrifice to obtain this? Your darling older brother?"
His eyes narrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. I simply tore the stone out of the pocket dimension it was hiding in."
Her bloodthirsty grin fell away. "Oh."
"I would never sacrifice my family for power."
"How nauseatingly virtuous of you."
"You have one of the six stones now. Odin had the Power and Space Stones; I am sure you can find them. Any thought of gathering all six?"
For the sake of showing off, he pulled the Reality Stone, otherwise known as the Aether, out as well. Two stones spun in a circle over his palm, promising power, but never touching.
"I won't go looking for them, but I will take them for safekeeping if I happen to come across any more."
"Safekeeping?" Hela slammed her fist on the dome. "You want to safekeep all that power?"
Loki huffed.
—
"What the?!" Hela screamed.
One second she was in her prison; the next, she was whisked away to the void. It was instantaneous, and the sudden change in location took seconds longer than she would have liked to process.
The universe stretched before her. Stars, from the dim, red one of the system to the brighter giants illuminating the infinite darkness light-years away.
It all paled before the entity in front of her. She looked down, trying to see the end of the various swirling shades of green, but her vision failed her beyond a certain point.
Loki reduced his size to only a hundred meters tall, looking down at his sister.
"What are you?"
"Someone with more than enough power."
He sent Hela back to her prison. She needed time to process what she had just witnessed.
—
Asgard
He felt like slamming his head on a wall.
Over three decades, his sister had yet to even consider a different path. She was aware of what awaited her if she attempted to take Asgard's throne by force and drag them to war.
Her pride would literally be the death of her.
Synthesizing a glass of cold, sweet wine, he retreated to his sofa, searching the holovision for a distraction.
He skipped the Word of the Realms, the opera of Buri's Toil, and stopped at seeing the football match between Vanaheim and Alfheim. The Ljosalfar illusion and flight spells were giving the Vanir a difficult time. Their defense-oriented nature-based seidr was excellent for ground defense.
Alfheim Stargrace took advantage of it, keeping the ball in the skies.
"Come on," he said, watching the Vanaheim Weavers finally stop playing around. The goalkeeper covered the goal in a thick layer of roots, eliciting a chuckle from him. Players who could go through Runa's defenses were extremely limited in numbers. Alfheim had two, Aelion and Ilyra.
Who were on maternity leave for their first child.
Unless Ljosalfar could produce a miracle or make a grave mistake, this match would end in a tie.
It came when the striker of the Light Elves tried a daring move. He was preparing a spell while his teammates began to land one by one, tired. The right-winger kicked the ball up, right in front of the striker's raised leg.
Seidr flowed to his leg, creating a harsh, white glow. He kicked, transferring the seidr to the ball and sending it to the corner of the goal. The searing ball struck the roots, spinning and burning. Smoke rose from the point of contact. The roots began to crack, and he rose from his seat, waiting with eyes fixed on the screen.
Just as he was about to see whether another player who could break through Runa's legendary defense would arise or not, a portal opened over the small cube projecting the screen.
A male dropped out of the portal, breaking his stand and the holovision.
He stood there like a wax figure, the smile on his face slowly dying out. His left eye started to twitch, and he dropped his arms, trying to calm himself.
"Where am I? Who are you?!" The mortal with a red, leathery skull screamed, pointing a pistol at him. His garb vaguely reminded him of something, but he had more important matters to consider.
He closed his right hand around the pistol, squeezing it to a scrap. The power source detonated, but it was insignificant enough that he didn't absorb it. His left wrapped around the intruder's throat, ramming him to the wall.
The man's eyes, for he was a Midgardian, widened.
He snarled, hurling him back first towards his desk. He materialized a chair on the human's path. When the red-skulled fool hit the chair, green bindings sprung up, wrapping around his wrist, torso, ankles, and finally, mouth.
With a sharp flick of his hand, a plasma shaped like a blade snapped into existence out of his wrist, buzzing.
He brought the blade close to the struggling human's eye. "I am going to remove the binding in your mouth and ask you some questions. You will answer them, or I am going to ensure the rest of your skin resembles your skull."
The mutated man nodded very enthusiastically.
"Excellent," he said. The seidr tendril around his mouth disappeared as Loki materialized another seat.
"Now who are you?" he asked the wide-eyed man.
"I am Red Skull."
And he was already disappointed by the answer.
"That is the most unimaginative names I heard. You are a human, correct?" He could discern the mortal's nature, which was a human with something else mixed in.
"Yes."
"How did you come to be here?" He had an idea on that front as well.
"I was holding an object known as the Tesseract. Its power mesmerized me first, and then I was in pain, falling."
"The Space Stone." He dragged his left hand over his face. "It must have brought you here because of the others."
He had studied the stones enough to know they were all connected because of the Space Stone, no matter how far apart. The Soul Stone must have dragged this human here to serve as a new guide.
"I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I am privy to the secrets of the Tesseract, and it seems you are too. I can tell you where it is if you release me."
Loki burst out in laughter at the offer.
"It is on Earth where my father hid it for safekeeping because humanity was not advanced enough. Your help is unnecessary."
"Your father?"
He just flicked his hand, ignoring the question.
—
Midgard
True to his word, detecting the Tesseract was simple. The same way it connected all the Infinity Stones together also allowed it to be tracked.
It was in the Arctic waters.
He created a dome around himself and dived in. The cold never bothered him anyway, not as a Jotun and not as he currently was.
The cube was lying on the seabed, unharmed. He took it, feeling the thrum of power inside and the capabilities of an object with control over all manners of space.
He could take it and keep it safe, yet Heimdall was not blind to the Tesseract. If his father had not acted so far, it was because the Gatekeeper advised him not to. He had seen Schmidt's memories. He had only been able to use Tesseract as a power source, a far cry from its full potential.
He took it, but not before leaving a replica behind, siphoning the power of the stone to fill it.
—
In the next chapter:
"Excuse me, could you be quiet, please? I understand you are celebrating something, but I am trying to work here," he implored, silencing the laughter for a second.
The buffoon in gold finery laughed louder at his words. The masked individuals, or whatever they were, joined him.
"Who even are you, boy?" the entity before him asked. Loki could see that he was composed of energy, a god, so to speak.
"Someone trying to finish a painting," he retorted with a dry voice.
"Would you look at that? We have an artisan here. Here, paint this," he laughed, throwing a melon at his face.
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—
Asgard
"Father, I hope you are not busy."
"Same as always, my son."
"Mother, brother."
"I have gathered my findings on Asgard's creation here. I thought you might want to give it a read first."
"Any interesting revelations?"
"Very much so."
"This planet is…" His father asked, waving a hand.
"Asgard, before the Emergence of a Celestial destroyed it."
"Great-grandfather Buri and a small fleet of ships survived as they were away."
"Female Einherjar?" His mother raised an eyebrow.
With a planet-sized population, allowing females into the armed forces was not seen as it is today. However, as the loss of each female threatened the recovery of the population, they had to be discharged. As Asgard's past was forgotten, the females were not allowed back in due to misconceptions."
"Until the Valkyries."
Yes, which had the highest standards created for each warrior. Only the ones most likely to survive were allowed; hence, it was such a great honor."
"What of the ships?"
"At first they were used to gather raw materials. Later, they were cannibalized for the parts, as there were no docks for repair."
"There are also several images I managed to recover from the ship's databases. It was old, and most of the data was corrupted."
"To think we have forgotten so much of our past."
"It is shameful. At least it was merely forgotten," Thor muttered. Odin stole a glance at him. He turned back to the uncovered piece of history in front of him, silent.
"There isn't much to add after that. This Asgard was a station researching the seidr well that powers everything today. Great grandfather Buri simply built a new home upon it."
"Accursed Celestials."
"Shall we announce this to the citizens? I think they deserve to know how Asgard came to be."
"Yes. It is ancient history, and we are not about to go to war with the Celestials."
Loki forced the corners of his lips down.
—
His father took his place on the throne. A section of the armrest glowed, projecting his form across Asgard and into its digital counterpart.
"Beloved citizens of Asgard."
"Long have we lived in peace and prosperity, in mine, my father, and his father's reigns. I have come to learn that the price of Asgard's existence was a heavy one."
His tale of the first Asgard and its destruction due to the Emergence of a Celestial was unexpected and shocking news to the citizens. King Buri's toil in building a new home for the Aesir was inspirational.
"My grandfather's actions prove that Asgard is not a place but the people."
Thor's jaw clenched. Loki laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him. He knew his brother's fury was not gone, merely simmering beneath a calm facade.
His mother knew something was off. Both had kept tight lips in front of her artfully, denying everything. If the Queen of Asgard caught a single strand, she would unveil everything. Neither he nor Thor wanted her to be stuck in the middle of a dispute between her children and husband.
—
The revelation had caused quite a stir in the society. The existence of a previous Asgard was overshadowed by the fact that females were allowed to become Einherjar once. It has been over ten thousand years since the destruction of the planet and the creation of the planetoid.
None could bring themselves to reminisce over a place they had never set a foot on.
Voices rose, considering the possibility of petitioning the Allfather to lift the unwritten ban. Sif supported the idea, even if she did not wish to become an Einherjar herself. Asgard's population was stable; there was no reason not to allow females into the army now, especially with the Valkyries gone.
Loki too gave his vocal support but had more important matters on his mind.
—
Hel
He stepped out of the gate. Hela was lounging on a sofa that definitely was not there before.
"Hello sister," he said, tapping the dome.
"Lackey," she greeted without even opening her eyes.
"Really? That is the best you could come up with?"
She waved him away. "I hardly need to expend any effort to insult you. What do you want?"
"Enjoying the synthesizer?"
"Yes, it is a useful device. Impressive what Asgard has created in my absence."
"That was mostly me."
She swung her feet to the ground and stood up in one smooth motion, walking towards him. "A realm inside a computer, a device to create basic needs out of pure energy in seconds, and the rest of your wonders. Quite the talented son Odin has adopted."
"I shall take that as a compliment."
"And I shall ask again, what do you want?"
"I simply came to see how you were doing."
"I am caged like an animal in solitude." She spread her arms, spinning around once. "How do you think I am doing?"
"If you want me to leave so you can brood in silence over your galactic domination plans, you just have to say so."
"I want to be out of here to take what is rightfully mine."
"I have no qualms about it, and neither will Thor once he realizes the throne does not suit him."
"You won't stand in my way?"
"If you want to take the throne and rule as a good queen, sure. We will have issues if you try to drag Asgard into a pointless war of conquest."
"You are strong, but do you think you can kill me where Odin could not?"
"Could not? Dear sister, he stopped his conquest because he could not bring himself to sacrifice you for the Soul Stone."
She froze for a couple of seconds. "Did he tell you that?"
"Of course not," he said, snapping his fingers. "I simply went back in time to see it for myself."
He opened a window to the moment he had witnessed his father turn away from his ambitions. Hela watched, a storm of turmoil in her eyes.
The moment Odin left Vormir, she came out of the trance.
"The Time Stone?"
"It played a part, mostly so I can see how it controlled time in the first place."
She grinned. "I knew there was something wrong with you. I could easily gauge Thor's strength, and even though you are not there, my instincts are screaming of danger."
He tilted his head. He certainly wasn't hiding his presence. The dome keeping her imprisoned did not block everything either. She should have been able to detect his cider.
"Oh, I get it now," he mumbled. The outer layer of his appearance kept everything inside. Since none had seen fit to mention it, he did not realize he was hiding his seidr by accident.
He released a negligible amount of his power, just enough to appear to the sight of seidr.
The matter of her instincts could be attributed to how easily he crossed into the dome and his fearlessness.
"Thank you once more, sister, but we are not here to talk about me."
"I looked up to him, you know. He was this strong, undefeatable figure, bound to bring the Nine Realms and beyond under his heel. Yet he just gave it up because he could not kill me."
"How does that make you feel?" She certainly couldn't be angry at the fact her father did not want to kill her.
"On one hand, I think he is weak for it. On the other hand, I definitely would have fought tooth and nail to survive."
"What of the Soul Stone? Where is it?"
"Here," he said, removing it from the pocket dimension.
"My," her eyes flashed, glued on the orange gem floating in his palm. "I did not expect this, Loki. Who did you sacrifice to obtain this? Your darling older brother?"
His eyes narrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. I simply tore the stone out of the pocket dimension it was hiding in."
Her bloodthirsty grin fell away. "Oh."
"I would never sacrifice my family for power."
"How nauseatingly virtuous of you."
"You have one of the six stones now. Odin had the Power and Space Stones; I am sure you can find them. Any thought of gathering all six?"
For the sake of showing off, he pulled the Reality Stone, otherwise known as the Aether, out as well. Two stones spun in a circle over his palm, promising power, but never touching.
"I won't go looking for them, but I will take them for safekeeping if I happen to come across any more."
"Safekeeping?" Hela slammed her fist on the dome. "You want to safekeep all that power?"
Loki huffed.
—
"What the?!" Hela screamed.
One second she was in her prison; the next, she was whisked away to the void. It was instantaneous, and the sudden change in location took seconds longer than she would have liked to process.
The universe stretched before her. Stars, from the dim, red one of the system to the brighter giants illuminating the infinite darkness light-years away.
It all paled before the entity in front of her. She looked down, trying to see the end of the various swirling shades of green, but her vision failed her beyond a certain point.
Loki reduced his size to only a hundred meters tall, looking down at his sister.
"What are you?"
"Someone with more than enough power."
He sent Hela back to her prison. She needed time to process what she had just witnessed.
—
Asgard
He felt like slamming his head on a wall.
Over three decades, his sister had yet to even consider a different path. She was aware of what awaited her if she attempted to take Asgard's throne by force and drag them to war.
Her pride would literally be the death of her.
Synthesizing a glass of cold, sweet wine, he retreated to his sofa, searching the holovision for a distraction.
He skipped the Word of the Realms, the opera of Buri's Toil, and stopped at seeing the football match between Vanaheim and Alfheim. The Ljosalfar illusion and flight spells were giving the Vanir a difficult time. Their defense-oriented nature-based seidr was excellent for ground defense.
Alfheim Stargrace took advantage of it, keeping the ball in the skies.
"Come on," he said, watching the Vanaheim Weavers finally stop playing around. The goalkeeper covered the goal in a thick layer of roots, eliciting a chuckle from him. Players who could go through Runa's defenses were extremely limited in numbers. Alfheim had two, Aelion and Ilyra.
Who were on maternity leave for their first child.
Unless Ljosalfar could produce a miracle or make a grave mistake, this match would end in a tie.
It came when the striker of the Light Elves tried a daring move. He was preparing a spell while his teammates began to land one by one, tired. The right-winger kicked the ball up, right in front of the striker's raised leg.
Seidr flowed to his leg, creating a harsh, white glow. He kicked, transferring the seidr to the ball and sending it to the corner of the goal. The searing ball struck the roots, spinning and burning. Smoke rose from the point of contact. The roots began to crack, and he rose from his seat, waiting with eyes fixed on the screen.
Just as he was about to see whether another player who could break through Runa's legendary defense would arise or not, a portal opened over the small cube projecting the screen.
A male dropped out of the portal, breaking his stand and the holovision.
He stood there like a wax figure, the smile on his face slowly dying out. His left eye started to twitch, and he dropped his arms, trying to calm himself.
"Where am I? Who are you?!" The mortal with a red, leathery skull screamed, pointing a pistol at him. His garb vaguely reminded him of something, but he had more important matters to consider.
He closed his right hand around the pistol, squeezing it to a scrap. The power source detonated, but it was insignificant enough that he didn't absorb it. His left wrapped around the intruder's throat, ramming him to the wall.
The man's eyes, for he was a Midgardian, widened.
He snarled, hurling him back first towards his desk. He materialized a chair on the human's path. When the red-skulled fool hit the chair, green bindings sprung up, wrapping around his wrist, torso, ankles, and finally, mouth.
With a sharp flick of his hand, a plasma shaped like a blade snapped into existence out of his wrist, buzzing.
He brought the blade close to the struggling human's eye. "I am going to remove the binding in your mouth and ask you some questions. You will answer them, or I am going to ensure the rest of your skin resembles your skull."
The mutated man nodded very enthusiastically.
"Excellent," he said. The seidr tendril around his mouth disappeared as Loki materialized another seat.
"Now who are you?" he asked the wide-eyed man.
"I am Red Skull."
And he was already disappointed by the answer.
"That is the most unimaginative names I heard. You are a human, correct?" He could discern the mortal's nature, which was a human with something else mixed in.
"Yes."
"How did you come to be here?" He had an idea on that front as well.
"I was holding an object known as the Tesseract. Its power mesmerized me first, and then I was in pain, falling."
"The Space Stone." He dragged his left hand over his face. "It must have brought you here because of the others."
He had studied the stones enough to know they were all connected because of the Space Stone, no matter how far apart. The Soul Stone must have dragged this human here to serve as a new guide.
"I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I am privy to the secrets of the Tesseract, and it seems you are too. I can tell you where it is if you release me."
Loki burst out in laughter at the offer.
"It is on Earth where my father hid it for safekeeping because humanity was not advanced enough. Your help is unnecessary."
"Your father?"
He just flicked his hand, ignoring the question.
—
Midgard
True to his word, detecting the Tesseract was simple. The same way it connected all the Infinity Stones together also allowed it to be tracked.
It was in the Arctic waters.
He created a dome around himself and dived in. The cold never bothered him anyway, not as a Jotun and not as he currently was.
The cube was lying on the seabed, unharmed. He took it, feeling the thrum of power inside and the capabilities of an object with control over all manners of space.
He could take it and keep it safe, yet Heimdall was not blind to the Tesseract. If his father had not acted so far, it was because the Gatekeeper advised him not to. He had seen Schmidt's memories. He had only been able to use Tesseract as a power source, a far cry from its full potential.
He took it, but not before leaving a replica behind, siphoning the power of the stone to fill it.
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"Excuse me, could you be quiet, please? I understand you are celebrating something, but I am trying to work here," he implored, silencing the laughter for a second.
The buffoon in gold finery laughed louder at his words. The masked individuals, or whatever they were, joined him.
"Who even are you, boy?" the entity before him asked. Loki could see that he was composed of energy, a god, so to speak.
"Someone trying to finish a painting," he retorted with a dry voice.
"Would you look at that? We have an artisan here. Here, paint this," he laughed, throwing a melon at his face.
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Zeus? That you?
Is he going back in time next chapter? Back to ancient Greece? Or remaining in the present and going to the realm of gods shown in 'love and thunder'? The red skull showing up implies that WWII just ended on Midgard and, while Zeus would still be around, he's not likely to be on Earth in the modern era. If he was, he'd be smiting people for not worshiping him or something; he's not exactly the most inconspicious deity around.
Or is it another gold-clad buffoon of a god?
"It is on Earth where my father hid it for safekeeping because humanity was not advanced enough to abuse its power. Your help is unnecessary."
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I love this. Loki is becoming an overpowering multiversal entity and no one is the wiser.
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Slowly and surely work your way into Hela's heart and care, Loki, haha. Looking forward to more.
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One of his next projects could be, to increase the size of Asgard and bring back the flora and fauna of old Asgard
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It is actually a god we know from the MCU but I won't spoil his identity for now.
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I think this might be the god the Christian Bale's character kills in the beginning of Thor: Love and Thunder.
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Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
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He bit the back of the brush, squinting one eye. He gently dabbed it in the sunset orange color on his palette, dragging the brush across the clouds.
Sometimes, it felt great to be so far away from everything.
Now if only that persistent laugh from the woods would stop.
His hand twitched at one last guffaw, splattering paint on the landscape. He could have rewound it and fixed his mistake, but the process itself mattered more to him.
Setting the painting tools on the table next to him, he walked to find the source in the sole patch of green on this waste of a planet that had mysteriously appeared while he was painting.
Whoever did it was about to have problems.
"Excuse me, could you be quiet, please? I understand you are celebrating something, but I am trying to work here," he implored, silencing the laughter for a second.
The buffoon in gold finery laughed louder at his words. The masked individuals, or whatever they were, joined him.
"Who even are you, boy?" the entity before him asked. Loki could see that he was composed of energy, a god, so to speak.
"Someone trying to finish a painting," he retorted with a dry voice.
"Would you look at that? We have an artisan here. Here, paint this," he laughed, throwing a melon at his face.
Loki's left eye twitched as the fruit turned to dust in midair. He flicked his hand, and the fool's left arm exploded in a shower of golden gore, covering the followers behind him. He screamed, clutching the bleeding stump.
He opened his palm, and the writhing entity flew to him. His hand wrapped around the throat, squeezing.
"How about I paint this landscape with your blood?" he hissed, and the other arm exploded as well. The god before him lost his voice, simply thrashing, trying to kick him. The golden ichor sullied the water while the followers screamed and ran.
He did not give them the chance. The flowery wisps withered, and the masked ones decayed into dust as time took its toll on them.
The god, or rather the parasite in his palm, accelerated towards his throne. It's struggles ended as Loki's seidr slammed him to him like a meteor. It burst like a rotten fruit, painting a patch of grass and trees golden.
He took a deep breath to calm his raging mind.
"You killed Rapu," the sole living sapient in this sanctuary aside from him said, his voice empty of anything.
He regarded the mortal for a moment. The races of the galaxy looked very similar for the most part. There were dozens he knew with appearances that could pass as an Aesir, and the bald Aesiroid before him was just another to the list.
"Was that his name? Rapu?" A foolish name for a foolish god.
"Yes, he was our lord."
He raised an eyebrow. It must have been shocking for a mortal to see his god die before his eyes. "Is this going to be a problem?"
Apparently not because the mortal threw his head back, laughing, though there was no mirth in it. "He said we deserved to die in his name. All our worship, all our prayers for him to grant this barren land sustenance—none of it meant anything."
"Entities like him are parasites, leaching off your worship." Which he found insulting, to be honest. If you are going to call yourself a god, do it without the need for worship.
"If only we had known."
The words made him consider something.
"Would you have worshiped him then? Or any other god? Or would you take your destiny into your own hands?"
The tattooed mortal's eyes snapped at him, eyes ablaze. "He, and all his kind, are unworthy of my worship. They are no gods."
He considered the mortal's words while peering into his past. Surviving in a desert where food was scarce and water even more so, his people had died one by one, leaving only Gorr and his daughter.
Who had recently perished.
He could leave the mortal to his fate, but the energy Rapu had was still present in his remains. It could be put to good use with a bit of work. He had toyed with the Infinity Stones enough but had no reason to use them.
This could be it.
"Well then, Gorr, I believe it is only fair what you have given Rapu be returned to you and your people."
"What?"
Loki snapped his fingers, and Gorr's vision swarmed with light before darkness took him.
—
He could not say how long he was floating in a sea of comfort, away from all his troubles. His mind was blank with a peace he had never known before.
"Father, Father, wake up."
Gorr's eyelids fluttered, feeling sunlight, not harsh and scorching, but gentle and tempered by the shadows, warming his face.
"Astrid?" his voice rasped at the blurry person before him. He blinked to clear his vision, his hand reaching out to cup her face.
"I am here."
"How?"
"I dunno. I just found myself here. But look, it's all green now, and there is so much food."
"Ada," he said, holding out his other hand to his wife, who knelt next to him.
"Dear."
"How is this possible?"
"It must be Rapu's eternal reward."
"Rapu is dead. I saw it with my own eyes. He mocked our suffering, our worship. There was no eternal reward."
"Husband, what are you saying?"
Gorr rose, walking to stand atop a rock, gazing down at his people. "I say no more worship of the false gods. We take our destiny into our own hands."
"Blasphemy," someone screamed, receiving approval from a part of the crowd.
"Hear me, my people. The gods do not care for us. Rapu has never answered our prayers. We are nothing to him. And now, he is dead."
A young woman threw a pebble at him but missed. "How can you say that?"
As if his cries were heard, a light flashed overhead. Rapu's body, which he had seen being destroyed with a mere flicker of the stranger's hand, fell to the ground, lifeless.
"I thought a little assistance would be necessary to prove your words," the smooth voice whispered to his ear. He looked around, seeing the stranger nowhere.
His people backed away from the corpse, some falling on their knees.
"No more worship of the false gods. No more groveling for sustenance. What Rapu has taken from us has returned with his death. From now on we live for ourselves, not for the gods," he beseeched as the whisper supplied him with an excuse.
The first one to support him was his wife, and his daughter followed. As Rapu's body disintegrated into nothing, his people began to rise in defiance.
—
He rewrote the reality of the planet.
The sandy, dry surface turned to fertile soil, perfectly conducive for the growth of flora. Lifeforms were the next. Microscopic creatures are necessary for driving the ecosystem, bugs for pollination, and birds to carry the seeds and livestock.
Rivers, seas, and an ocean teeming with life came into existence, while the planet itself was moved to a more habitable zone in the star system.
The constant earthquakes and volcanic fumes died in an instant when the crust was fused into a single piece.
The ash and toxic gasses in the atmosphere were repurposed. He changed the atomic structures, leaving only water behind.
He didn't simply create a temporary patch of green that would be unsustainable without him but had made it so the planet would thrive on its own.
He was about to leave the planet as the inhabitants celebrated their newfound fortune when an idea struck him. While the desert planet has been remade into a lush paradise, it wasn't enough for them to create a society.
He decided to leave a gift, this one from himself, behind.
—
Asgard
He inspected the sword he had taken from the planet.
All-Black, the Necrosword, forged at the dawn of time, was made to kill the gods. It tried to bind his lifeforce to it and corrupt him. He rebuked the efforts, which were cute in their insignificance. His seidr spread over the sword, breaking it down to more energy for him, putting an end to it, permanently.
The screams were music to his ears.
Since his itch for art was gone, with the landscape painting left unfinished, he sought other amusements for the day.
—
Knowhere
It came in the form of an offer. He had left nodes across some of the planets he had visited. One was on Knowhere should the Collector ever wish to contact him.
His message was simple. Some individuals of great reach wished to offer him a rare artifact in return for a rather loaded order of Anulax batteries. The details on the artifact were sparse. Either they did not want word of it going out, or it was a trap.
It excited him.
"Taneleer, to what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, coming out of the gate in his usual spot. The Collector smiled at him, silent.
A golden field, a shade he had seen long ago, rose like a cage around him.
"Sorry, they just offered a lot for you," he shrugged.
He did not look sorry at all.
"You are the one who stole our batteries. The mysterious traveler," a woman, all blinding gold from head to toe, said.
Loki was already amused by the trap. A gravitational disturbance field meant to stop him from leaving the barrier.
The accusation of the high priestess made him lose control. His free, unburdened laughter echoed in
"Can you cover yourself? Your hideous sense of fashion makes me want to tear my eyes out."
She blinked owlishly.
"And stole your batteries? Please be reasonable." He raised a palm, creating a battery, followed by another and another. It turned into a stream of metal hitting metal as a small pile of Anulax batteries gathered near his feet.
"They were so easy to replicate; I still find it amusing to this day. It took me thirty minutes of studying to figure out their little secrets."
"So much for your self-proclaimed superiority."
"That should not be possible," the High Priestess, Ayesha, if he remembered correctly, denied, eyes wide.
Loki's lips quirked. He disappeared from the dome and appeared behind her. Her soldiers fell flat on their faces, stuck to the floor.
A plasma blade sprung from his wrist. He wrapped his arm around her neck, the blade at the edge of her necklace.
"You made a mistake, one that you are going to pay for dearly."
"We can come to an agreement," she said, raising her hands, palms flat.
"Oh," he smirked, "what do you think you have to offer me?"
"Anything you want."
He chuckled. The blade detached from his wrist, still pointing at her throat. He created three more, each one ready to decapitate her from one end.
"Any artifacts or technology on spacetime manipulation, exotic energy sources, matter reconfiguration, or forbidden knowledge?"
"No."
He tilted his head to the left. "No? Pity. Then you have nothing I want."
"The Power Stone," she screamed, thrashing. "We know where it is."
His arm wavered for a second. "Now you have my attention, though how?"
Her tale became more entertaining each second. When they sought an energy source for their planet, the Sovereign came across the mentions of the Power Stone. They had sent drone fleets all the way to the Andromeda Galaxy, only to discover the stone was hidden in a temple submerged deep beneath the ocean.
They could not afford to wait for the tides to recede, and with the creation of the Anulax Batteries, it had become a moot point.
He felt like laughing.
He never sought the stones, yet found them one way or another.
"Very well. I will not gut you like a fish and let you die in the filth of your own intestines in return for the location."
"Such a pleasure." He winked and flicked his hand, banishing the High Priestess and her soldiers back to Sovereign.
He turned to the collector, all humor gone. "As for you."
"I knew you were greedy, but I did not believe you were a fool either."
The Collector raised his hands in submission, backing away from him. "I am sure we too can reach an agreement. You wanted to know about Odin's past, yes? I can tell you all about it."
"No need; I learned everything from my sister, Hela."
"Sister?" He stumbled, eyes widening in terror. "You are an Odinson."
"Correct."
"Then my collection, you can take any piece you want."
He hummed, appearing to consider it. Taneleer smiled in relief. It did not last long when a hand went through his chest.
"I'll just take everything," he whispered. The Collector did not even have the time to react before he began to assimilate his memories while breaking his body into more seidr.
He did not tolerate treachery.
—
Once he had put the new memories in order, he was free to peruse his newly acquired collection.
The most interesting addition was a Dokkalfar.
"Hello there," he greeted, pulling the Dark Elf out of stasis.
He fell flat on his face, looking around wildly.
"Who are you?!"
"Loki Odinson, a Prince of Asgard
"An Aesir?!" The elf growled, pulling out a blade.
"Before you attack me, know that the war is long over and your people are extinct. You are the last one. Unless you wish for it all to die with you, stand down."
He lowered his blade. "We lost?"
"Yes. My grandfather, King Bor, put an end to Malekith's plan to plunge the Nine Realms into darkness, as evident by the fact I am here."
He growled, raising his blade. "Then it does not matter. I too shall die and join my kin."
"Sure," Loki shrugged, annihilating the Dark Elf with a thought.
Each organic specimen was cataloged with their planet of origin. Slaves for display as they were, he sent them home one by one, ensuring their existence would not cause disruptions.
Except one.
"Hi there," he greeted the warm brown furred dog in a spacesuit, kneeling to give her scratches.
The energy she was emitting caught his interest, and the telepathy collar around her neck wasn't there for decoration.
She leaned up to sniff at his fingers. Deciding he was safe, she allowed it. "Hi. Who are you?"
"Loki of Asgard. You are from Earth, correct? The Soviets, I believe?"
"Yes. You know Earth?"
"It is under Asgard's protection, though we don't intervene much."
Cosmo, she revealed, was sent to space by the Soviets on a one-way trip. Exposed to exotic radiation, she had gained telekinesis. Upon discovering her, the collector just added her to his collection.
He vaguely remembered something about the Soviets and a dog in the space program from his past life, but the name did not click.
"He is gone; I suppose I am the new owner. Would you like to come with me to Asgard?" It would be a pity to let such an intelligent creature be locked up in Knowhere.
"Anywhere is better than here," she said, wagging her tail.
"You," he called to the pink female dancing around. "Would you be interested in a job?"
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In the next chapter:
"Brother, feeling ready?" Loki asked, watching as the attendants fussed over Thor.
"I was born ready; you, however, look freshly out of bed." Thor winked, smug while attendants fixed his armor.
Loki rolled his eyes, and with a mere thought, he was washed, changed out of his clothes into something more ceremonial, and looked perfectly ready for the coronation.
Thor's face soured, as he was spending hours to look excellent, only for Loki to do it with a thought: "Unfair."
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He bit the back of the brush, squinting one eye. He gently dabbed it in the sunset orange color on his palette, dragging the brush across the clouds.
Sometimes, it felt great to be so far away from everything.
Now if only that persistent laugh from the woods would stop.
His hand twitched at one last guffaw, splattering paint on the landscape. He could have rewound it and fixed his mistake, but the process itself mattered more to him.
Setting the painting tools on the table next to him, he walked to find the source in the sole patch of green on this waste of a planet that had mysteriously appeared while he was painting.
Whoever did it was about to have problems.
"Excuse me, could you be quiet, please? I understand you are celebrating something, but I am trying to work here," he implored, silencing the laughter for a second.
The buffoon in gold finery laughed louder at his words. The masked individuals, or whatever they were, joined him.
"Who even are you, boy?" the entity before him asked. Loki could see that he was composed of energy, a god, so to speak.
"Someone trying to finish a painting," he retorted with a dry voice.
"Would you look at that? We have an artisan here. Here, paint this," he laughed, throwing a melon at his face.
Loki's left eye twitched as the fruit turned to dust in midair. He flicked his hand, and the fool's left arm exploded in a shower of golden gore, covering the followers behind him. He screamed, clutching the bleeding stump.
He opened his palm, and the writhing entity flew to him. His hand wrapped around the throat, squeezing.
"How about I paint this landscape with your blood?" he hissed, and the other arm exploded as well. The god before him lost his voice, simply thrashing, trying to kick him. The golden ichor sullied the water while the followers screamed and ran.
He did not give them the chance. The flowery wisps withered, and the masked ones decayed into dust as time took its toll on them.
The god, or rather the parasite in his palm, accelerated towards his throne. It's struggles ended as Loki's seidr slammed him to him like a meteor. It burst like a rotten fruit, painting a patch of grass and trees golden.
He took a deep breath to calm his raging mind.
"You killed Rapu," the sole living sapient in this sanctuary aside from him said, his voice empty of anything.
He regarded the mortal for a moment. The races of the galaxy looked very similar for the most part. There were dozens he knew with appearances that could pass as an Aesir, and the bald Aesiroid before him was just another to the list.
"Was that his name? Rapu?" A foolish name for a foolish god.
"Yes, he was our lord."
He raised an eyebrow. It must have been shocking for a mortal to see his god die before his eyes. "Is this going to be a problem?"
Apparently not because the mortal threw his head back, laughing, though there was no mirth in it. "He said we deserved to die in his name. All our worship, all our prayers for him to grant this barren land sustenance—none of it meant anything."
"Entities like him are parasites, leaching off your worship." Which he found insulting, to be honest. If you are going to call yourself a god, do it without the need for worship.
"If only we had known."
The words made him consider something.
"Would you have worshiped him then? Or any other god? Or would you take your destiny into your own hands?"
The tattooed mortal's eyes snapped at him, eyes ablaze. "He, and all his kind, are unworthy of my worship. They are no gods."
He considered the mortal's words while peering into his past. Surviving in a desert where food was scarce and water even more so, his people had died one by one, leaving only Gorr and his daughter.
Who had recently perished.
He could leave the mortal to his fate, but the energy Rapu had was still present in his remains. It could be put to good use with a bit of work. He had toyed with the Infinity Stones enough but had no reason to use them.
This could be it.
"Well then, Gorr, I believe it is only fair what you have given Rapu be returned to you and your people."
"What?"
Loki snapped his fingers, and Gorr's vision swarmed with light before darkness took him.
—
He could not say how long he was floating in a sea of comfort, away from all his troubles. His mind was blank with a peace he had never known before.
"Father, Father, wake up."
Gorr's eyelids fluttered, feeling sunlight, not harsh and scorching, but gentle and tempered by the shadows, warming his face.
"Astrid?" his voice rasped at the blurry person before him. He blinked to clear his vision, his hand reaching out to cup her face.
"I am here."
"How?"
"I dunno. I just found myself here. But look, it's all green now, and there is so much food."
"Ada," he said, holding out his other hand to his wife, who knelt next to him.
"Dear."
"How is this possible?"
"It must be Rapu's eternal reward."
"Rapu is dead. I saw it with my own eyes. He mocked our suffering, our worship. There was no eternal reward."
"Husband, what are you saying?"
Gorr rose, walking to stand atop a rock, gazing down at his people. "I say no more worship of the false gods. We take our destiny into our own hands."
"Blasphemy," someone screamed, receiving approval from a part of the crowd.
"Hear me, my people. The gods do not care for us. Rapu has never answered our prayers. We are nothing to him. And now, he is dead."
A young woman threw a pebble at him but missed. "How can you say that?"
As if his cries were heard, a light flashed overhead. Rapu's body, which he had seen being destroyed with a mere flicker of the stranger's hand, fell to the ground, lifeless.
"I thought a little assistance would be necessary to prove your words," the smooth voice whispered to his ear. He looked around, seeing the stranger nowhere.
His people backed away from the corpse, some falling on their knees.
"No more worship of the false gods. No more groveling for sustenance. What Rapu has taken from us has returned with his death. From now on we live for ourselves, not for the gods," he beseeched as the whisper supplied him with an excuse.
The first one to support him was his wife, and his daughter followed. As Rapu's body disintegrated into nothing, his people began to rise in defiance.
—
He rewrote the reality of the planet.
The sandy, dry surface turned to fertile soil, perfectly conducive for the growth of flora. Lifeforms were the next. Microscopic creatures are necessary for driving the ecosystem, bugs for pollination, and birds to carry the seeds and livestock.
Rivers, seas, and an ocean teeming with life came into existence, while the planet itself was moved to a more habitable zone in the star system.
The constant earthquakes and volcanic fumes died in an instant when the crust was fused into a single piece.
The ash and toxic gasses in the atmosphere were repurposed. He changed the atomic structures, leaving only water behind.
He didn't simply create a temporary patch of green that would be unsustainable without him but had made it so the planet would thrive on its own.
He was about to leave the planet as the inhabitants celebrated their newfound fortune when an idea struck him. While the desert planet has been remade into a lush paradise, it wasn't enough for them to create a society.
He decided to leave a gift, this one from himself, behind.
—
Asgard
He inspected the sword he had taken from the planet.
All-Black, the Necrosword, forged at the dawn of time, was made to kill the gods. It tried to bind his lifeforce to it and corrupt him. He rebuked the efforts, which were cute in their insignificance. His seidr spread over the sword, breaking it down to more energy for him, putting an end to it, permanently.
The screams were music to his ears.
Since his itch for art was gone, with the landscape painting left unfinished, he sought other amusements for the day.
—
Knowhere
It came in the form of an offer. He had left nodes across some of the planets he had visited. One was on Knowhere should the Collector ever wish to contact him.
His message was simple. Some individuals of great reach wished to offer him a rare artifact in return for a rather loaded order of Anulax batteries. The details on the artifact were sparse. Either they did not want word of it going out, or it was a trap.
It excited him.
"Taneleer, to what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, coming out of the gate in his usual spot. The Collector smiled at him, silent.
A golden field, a shade he had seen long ago, rose like a cage around him.
"Sorry, they just offered a lot for you," he shrugged.
He did not look sorry at all.
"You are the one who stole our batteries. The mysterious traveler," a woman, all blinding gold from head to toe, said.
Loki was already amused by the trap. A gravitational disturbance field meant to stop him from leaving the barrier.
The accusation of the high priestess made him lose control. His free, unburdened laughter echoed in
"Can you cover yourself? Your hideous sense of fashion makes me want to tear my eyes out."
She blinked owlishly.
"And stole your batteries? Please be reasonable." He raised a palm, creating a battery, followed by another and another. It turned into a stream of metal hitting metal as a small pile of Anulax batteries gathered near his feet.
"They were so easy to replicate; I still find it amusing to this day. It took me thirty minutes of studying to figure out their little secrets."
"So much for your self-proclaimed superiority."
"That should not be possible," the High Priestess, Ayesha, if he remembered correctly, denied, eyes wide.
Loki's lips quirked. He disappeared from the dome and appeared behind her. Her soldiers fell flat on their faces, stuck to the floor.
A plasma blade sprung from his wrist. He wrapped his arm around her neck, the blade at the edge of her necklace.
"You made a mistake, one that you are going to pay for dearly."
"We can come to an agreement," she said, raising her hands, palms flat.
"Oh," he smirked, "what do you think you have to offer me?"
"Anything you want."
He chuckled. The blade detached from his wrist, still pointing at her throat. He created three more, each one ready to decapitate her from one end.
"Any artifacts or technology on spacetime manipulation, exotic energy sources, matter reconfiguration, or forbidden knowledge?"
"No."
He tilted his head to the left. "No? Pity. Then you have nothing I want."
"The Power Stone," she screamed, thrashing. "We know where it is."
His arm wavered for a second. "Now you have my attention, though how?"
Her tale became more entertaining each second. When they sought an energy source for their planet, the Sovereign came across the mentions of the Power Stone. They had sent drone fleets all the way to the Andromeda Galaxy, only to discover the stone was hidden in a temple submerged deep beneath the ocean.
They could not afford to wait for the tides to recede, and with the creation of the Anulax Batteries, it had become a moot point.
He felt like laughing.
He never sought the stones, yet found them one way or another.
"Very well. I will not gut you like a fish and let you die in the filth of your own intestines in return for the location."
"Such a pleasure." He winked and flicked his hand, banishing the High Priestess and her soldiers back to Sovereign.
He turned to the collector, all humor gone. "As for you."
"I knew you were greedy, but I did not believe you were a fool either."
The Collector raised his hands in submission, backing away from him. "I am sure we too can reach an agreement. You wanted to know about Odin's past, yes? I can tell you all about it."
"No need; I learned everything from my sister, Hela."
"Sister?" He stumbled, eyes widening in terror. "You are an Odinson."
"Correct."
"Then my collection, you can take any piece you want."
He hummed, appearing to consider it. Taneleer smiled in relief. It did not last long when a hand went through his chest.
"I'll just take everything," he whispered. The Collector did not even have the time to react before he began to assimilate his memories while breaking his body into more seidr.
He did not tolerate treachery.
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Once he had put the new memories in order, he was free to peruse his newly acquired collection.
The most interesting addition was a Dokkalfar.
"Hello there," he greeted, pulling the Dark Elf out of stasis.
He fell flat on his face, looking around wildly.
"Who are you?!"
"Loki Odinson, a Prince of Asgard
"An Aesir?!" The elf growled, pulling out a blade.
"Before you attack me, know that the war is long over and your people are extinct. You are the last one. Unless you wish for it all to die with you, stand down."
He lowered his blade. "We lost?"
"Yes. My grandfather, King Bor, put an end to Malekith's plan to plunge the Nine Realms into darkness, as evident by the fact I am here."
He growled, raising his blade. "Then it does not matter. I too shall die and join my kin."
"Sure," Loki shrugged, annihilating the Dark Elf with a thought.
Each organic specimen was cataloged with their planet of origin. Slaves for display as they were, he sent them home one by one, ensuring their existence would not cause disruptions.
Except one.
"Hi there," he greeted the warm brown furred dog in a spacesuit, kneeling to give her scratches.
The energy she was emitting caught his interest, and the telepathy collar around her neck wasn't there for decoration.
She leaned up to sniff at his fingers. Deciding he was safe, she allowed it. "Hi. Who are you?"
"Loki of Asgard. You are from Earth, correct? The Soviets, I believe?"
"Yes. You know Earth?"
"It is under Asgard's protection, though we don't intervene much."
Cosmo, she revealed, was sent to space by the Soviets on a one-way trip. Exposed to exotic radiation, she had gained telekinesis. Upon discovering her, the collector just added her to his collection.
He vaguely remembered something about the Soviets and a dog in the space program from his past life, but the name did not click.
"He is gone; I suppose I am the new owner. Would you like to come with me to Asgard?" It would be a pity to let such an intelligent creature be locked up in Knowhere.
"Anywhere is better than here," she said, wagging her tail.
"You," he called to the pink female dancing around. "Would you be interested in a job?"
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In the next chapter:
"Brother, feeling ready?" Loki asked, watching as the attendants fussed over Thor.
"I was born ready; you, however, look freshly out of bed." Thor winked, smug while attendants fixed his armor.
Loki rolled his eyes, and with a mere thought, he was washed, changed out of his clothes into something more ceremonial, and looked perfectly ready for the coronation.
Thor's face soured, as he was spending hours to look excellent, only for Loki to do it with a thought: "Unfair."
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Thiccc Shaedy
"Once upon a time, not long ago, I was a hoe!" 💅
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I love this story. It brings me so much joy to read about such an overpowered yet whimsical God.
Thanks for the update.
Thanks for the update.
ApatheticArchivist
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Here's Loki fucking Canon up the ass yet again, lol. I can't believe he turned Gorr into a god. I did not see that coming. Is Gorr going to become a godslayer here as well (when he comes across unworthy gods) or is he just going to be going around helping people?
The Necorsword: Hehe, you will be my greatest host yet! We shall kill ALL THE GODS!
Loki: Cute. Not a chance. Nom nom nom.
Thanos: I've spent millenia searching for the stones!
Loki: The stones came to me on their own, loser.
Also Loki: Doggo get~
The Necorsword: Hehe, you will be my greatest host yet! We shall kill ALL THE GODS!
Loki: Cute. Not a chance. Nom nom nom.
Thanos: I've spent millenia searching for the stones!
Loki: The stones came to me on their own, loser.
Also Loki: Doggo get~
Nicohals J Westerberg
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I imagine this story is going to end soon, huh
I mean he is all-powerful basically (besides the actually all power beings like the one above all)
I mean he is all-powerful basically (besides the actually all power beings like the one above all)
MasterDarkElf
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Hell yeah, Loki getting a best dog! And a possible secretary. And nice to see him help Gorr and stop that from going bad. Looking forward to more.
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A spell that is literally quite useful for everday livelihood.