Disclaimer - I don't own Marvel. Or Tom Hiddleston which is also a shame. But seriously, I used actual dialogue from 2013 SDCC which I also don't own, but you guys should watch because it's awesome. Also, thank you to my two Beta's, one of which who is on here, sass-mistress-lucifer. You guys should check out her stuff, especially her fic "A Day in the Life of Maria Hill" if you like S.H.I.E.L.D stuff. It's awesome, trust me.
Througout the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil the people knew him. Knew him as the Usurper King . The jealous little brother of the beloved Crown Prince Thor. Knew him as the dissapointing, envious child of Asgard. Only now they knew he was adopted. A Jotun. A monster.
But they did not know how strong he was. He was going to find somewhere new and carve out his own name, derived from his own deeds, not Thor's. He was going to be feared and revered as a king, saviour, and God. But the Nine Realms were no good; already too set in their ways. He needed somewhere new, untouched and unshaped. Somewhere steeped in choas that he could impose his own order on.
When he first met the mercenary fool he believed him to be defective and insane. But then he had shown Loki just how much bigger the Universe was. There were thousands of realms outside of the tree of Yggdrasil. Worlds contained within their own trees. And sometimes, beneath the surface, their roots got tangled. For Deadpool, that meant he could see the other worlds, as they saw us he claimed. But Loki was a magician. He could achieve much more than just looking. He was going to visit the new realms and claim them as his own.
He began the ritual he had devised that would allow him to bridge the gap between realities. It was laughably easy for him. Few people knew that he actually worked on the Bifrost with Heimdall. His unique mastery of both science and magic had allowed him to greatly improve Asgard's favoured method of transporting people up and down the branches of Yggdrasil. Working out how to jump from tree to tree had been just as simple.
However, enacting his plan hadn't been so simple. His universe-travelling Bifrost could not be powered by the watchman's sword, it needed something tied to the place he wished to escape to. Procuring such an item had seemed impossible, as there were no relics of a place no-one had ever visited.
Which was why Loki was staring with great distaste at the head of the mercenary that was lying on the floor in front of him. Having realised that Deadpool's contact with the other world meant he had a working link with them, Loki had quickly gained his prize. Unfortunately the insufferable fool started to grow another head as soon as Loki took the first. Likely he would be angry about the loss too. But Loki could rectify that later, as for now, the prospect of his awaiting glory consumed him.
He placed the head upright, and began a short chant in Ancient Asgardian. It was half a prayer. But as he had stolen the Casket of Ancient Winters to serve as his force to subdue the new place, and in doing so envoked the wrath of Odin, perhaps now was a time for prayers. 'But who should a God pray to?' Loki wondered.
In a brief moment of nostalgia, his mind wondered towards Odin, supposedly all powerful; the stuff of legend. Then Loki thought of all of his failings. His clear favouritism of Thor. The annihilation of Jotunheim, then his failure to let Loki finish the job. As his blood began to boil, fuelled by all the slights of his past, he vowed never to pray again. That suggested he needed help, and after his torture at the hands of Thanos he had vowed never to be helpless again.
As his resolve strengthened, his magic began to take hold. The surface of the mercenary's head began to crumble away to the floor, revealing a bright light inside. As the pieces hit the floor they crumbled away to dust. It seemed this was to be a one way trip. Good, he did not want his ridiculous older brother coming after him. If the key was destroyed in his crossing there was no way for Thor to bring him back home again.
The word home pulled Loki up short for a moment, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. He regrettted it instantly as he saw the light from inside the head, which had grown much brighter during his musings.
As it grew painfully bright Loki succumbed and closed his eyes, though that did not fully block out the light. A powerful pulling sensation started inside his stomach, and a pressing inside his head began to cloud his mind, as he felt what he could only describe as the universe rush past him. For a while he thought the sensation was going to be too much for him, but after what felt like an eternity, the pressure in his head began to lessen, and after a few calming breaths, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He believed he was still in San Diego, but a very different San Diego. Unlike the deserted place he had left behind, he could practically feel the life in this place. He heard the buzz of thousands of people shouting in the distance, and in a moment of arrogance, decided to confront them.
He called his armour to him, and his confidence grew as the finely crafted Asgardian metal surrounded him. He did leave the helmet off though, as recently he began to see the horns as a symbol of the guards of Asgard; a post he had no intentions of taking up. He made towards the source of the commotion, and his heart rate began to climb as he readied himself for battle. Plans began forming immeadiately; judging the size of the crowd, and what protection they might have, against his own power. A wild grin began to play across his features, as he anticipated his first solo battle, free of Thor, and without Thanos' threats dictating his every move.
The noise from the people grew louder as he approached, hugging the shadows as he made his way over, so he wouldn't give his position away prematurely. When Loki reached the source of the noise he smiled, as he saw a stage set up before the crowd. A fitting start for his campaign into this world.
As he stepped out onto the stage the screams began. But strangely, he knew that they were not screams of terror. He tried to place the sound; there was certainly a note of hysteria, like he had expected, but there was something else, out of place. Most of the people sounded odly exhilerated, perhaps excited. He studied a few of the faces more closely. They seemed mostly to be young, even by human standards. The flush on their cheeks and brightness of their eyes seemed to confirm his theory of excitement. But what were they excited about?
Loki thought briefly about his reception when he walked out. Could they possibly have been waiting for him? He glanced around the crowd again. They all appeared to be human, but if they had been expecing him, then at least one of them had to be more than they appeared.
A dark thought crossed his mind. If he was no longer in his own universe, there was no reason these humans couldn't be more advanced than the ones he was used to. 'Well then,' he decided, 'Perhaps I should see exactly what these ones can do.'
"Humanity. Look how far you've fallen. Lining up in the swelltering heat for hours. Huddling together in the dark, like beasts," Loki began his speech, but was interupted by more cheers. Ever the show-man, he played up to them. Then they began chanting his name, without him having introduced himself. Although Loki knew mockery well, he thought they sounded truly in awe of him. He decided to test their deference to him, and raised a single finger to his lips. Almost instantly silence fell.
With a twisted smile he continued. "I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose - " A glance to the right revealed he was not alone on his stage. "Stand back, you mewling quim." The man closest to him moved away; the other hid behind a stand. He was almost dissapointed that he hadn't had to use force. He wondered briefly if these people's apparent docile nature was going to annoy him.
"The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy, in a mad scramble for a place in this chamber. In this meager palace of Midgard. The arena they call," Loki scanned the walls for a clue to his location. "Hall H," he finished, beggining to worry that he should have begun his campaign in a Hall A, seen as though that was the start of the Midgardian alphabet. Determined not to let his potential mistake embarass him in front of the humans, he added a more threatning undertone to his adress.
"You should have let me rule you when you had the chance," he informed his audience. "Yet here you are," he scoffed. "Your ears yearn for untold stories, your eyes crave unseen sights; Your imaginations ache and hunger," he paused, and noticed that they still did not look scared of him. With a grim smile, he realised they were probably expecting their pathetic superhero's to save them.
"Where are your avengers now?" he asked them, attempting to dispel any illusions of hope the fools may be clinging to. "Claim loyalty to me, and I will give you what you need." At this, he was met with the loudest cheer yet. He smiled inwardly as he remembered how he had worried for months about how to procure the Casket of Ancient Winters, deeming it instrumental to conquering the new world. As he looked over his devoted audience he announced his thoughts to them. "It seems I have an army," he was met with more cheering, and not a single complaint to his conscription.
As they cheering continued Loki began to smirk, as he often did as a child, when he used one of his crueller tricks against Thor. But his eyes were no longer full of playful humour; they were cold and unforgiving, like they had been since the day Odin let him fall from the Bifrost. But for the first time in years, as he was surrounded by people worshipping him willingly, he forgot his bitterness, and allowed himself to plan a future that was not centered on revenge.