Prologue

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Fools. Why would you bring a god to a Midgardian prison? You blindly follow the Avengers like dogs, begging for attention, wanting desperately to be loved. You will be the first to die when-"

"Quiet," a guard ordered, waving a glowing electroshock baton in Loki's face. "Or you'll be in too much pain to even walk, let alone speak," the second guard added. The guard squad behind them laughed, but kept their hands close to their weapons. Loki just smiled smugly, listening to the guards' shoes tap rhythmically on the steel floor. Weapons at the ready, Loki's escorts turned left, into a hall studded with thick steel doors with bulletproof glass windows. The lead soldier marched quickly to the nearest door, eyeing Loki warily. Her fingers darted over the keypad, pausing briefly to let the device scan her fingerprint. In perfect unison, the guards pulled out their guns and batons and pointed them at Loki.

"Get inside," the leader ordered. They obviously expect resistance. Soon, they will be the ones essaying to resist, Loki mused. Soon, I will be rid of these shackles, and they will cower before our magic.

"I will see you again soon," Loki spoke, striding inside the room and sealing the door behind him.

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