Mischief on Midgard

Days gone by

The Universe...

It stretched on forever. Each star with its' own solar system. Each cluster its' own galaxy. There were countless worlds, societies, and species to be found.

And Loki was free to walk among them. To observe them.

Sometimes, he would reach out with his hand and stir up a little trouble, observing what would come of his meddling. What would happen when you disrupted the carefully placed pillars of society?

It was fascinating to him. Like... tipping one little domino over and watching the rest fall as a result. Sometimes patterns would emerge. Sometimes it would just collapse into a mess. It would never be anything other than fascinating to Loki. How could it be dull? To see an entire society scramble about, their chains broken and then reformed anew.

A little push here. A shove there. A sudden war.

It was... all so removed from him. Loki stood upon the Rainbow Bridge, looking down below him and watching the chaos. The wind caught his black hair, billowing out his green cape behind him. He ignored it. Instead, he reached out a hand and created the image of a tree. The tree was made out of pure light, and it stretched out both above and below him. The branches stretched out to cover the sky. The roots over the darkness below. It was massive and beautiful to behold.

Loki strode around the tree, circling it as magic flowed through his veins as freely as his blood. His beautiful creation, his art, his Masterpiece, unfurled before him. The tree grew and grew until the star and planets looked like fruit dangling from the tree.

Look, he thought proudly. This is my Gift to you. To the Universe!

Suddenly, a shadow appeared. Cruel and dark. When it touched Loki's tree, it started to wither. To die. Cracks and rot spreading over the once pure white creation.

No, he thought desperately. No-No-No! My Masterpiece! NO!

He reached out with both hands, tried to use his magic to heal and repair the tree. But nothing happened. No energy came to his fingertips. It was as if he had been bled dry of all magic. Loki looked at his trembling hands in shock.

"No," he said, voice breathy with his panic. "You can't! It's mine! You cannot have it!"

"Ah... what is this that has fallen into my lap?" another voice echoed around him.

Loki's head jerked up, and he froze. Before him lay a massive throne made of stone. The mad Titan Thanos sat upon it, chin in hand and a bored, yet interested, expression on his cruel face. Loki seethed openly as he straightened to his full height, hand slashing through the air to point at the other being.

"Begone from here, Mad Titan!" he roared with his hand outstretched.

Nothing happened. The blast of energy that Loki had intended to launch into the Titan's face did not appear. There wasn't even a hint of a spark. His magic was gone.

"Ha... HahaHAHA!" the Mad Titan's cruel laughter filled the air for a long moment. He fell silent and smirked at Loki. "Is that all you have to show me, little mortal?"

"You are a fool! Do not dare to mock me!" Loki snarled back angrily. "I am a GOD! I shall take my revenge upon he who would Dare treat me as if I were a servant!"

"Oh? Are you really?" Thanos asked, tone idle. Bored even. He eyed Loki over, and his smirk widened. "No. I see nothing but a mortal before me."