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  Asgard[July 2015]

  –Jack Sullivan–

  “So, how was life as a ruler?” He asked Loki who was, surprisingly, not being a witty snob.

  “Huh, you should be the oo ask, you were the reason it was all destroyed.” Loki said with a bitter chuckle.

  “Huh, I always thought that you would get tired of being a King, that even if you became one, you would quickly realise that you were ill suited for it and giveate of all the Nine Realms at such a critical juncture, I think I safely say that you, Loki, were not suited to be King because ruling is not just about enjoying one’s life. It is the opposite of ruling and until you uand that, you will not be fit for ruling or anything important in life,” He didn’t know where the whole speech came from. It was as if his mind and body went on autopilot as words just tumbled out of his mouth in a perfectly clear cut, calm, and not at all patronising tone of voice.

  He felt a fsh of magic before Loki disappeared from his senses. Huh, that was new. He expected some verbal spat down or even a magical attack or a dagger in the back, both metaphorical and literal but ht fleeing from the situation? That was totally and utterly ued.

  “....Well, if you had the deepest, darkest realisation of your own failure thrown at you by someone who was an utter third party, then there will obviously be some….disturbances.” Ahereal voice echoed all around him a, he could not move, not even twitch his fingers or jure his barriers to figure out what was happening to him.

  Time seemed to be frozen all around him, with even the waves of water not moving, that were visible from uhe bridge a, he heard that same voice speak to him again.

  “Ah, sorry for using you like this. Usually, it is against my rules to interfere but I made an exception this time. Sure, the Endless might gripe and moan about it but my duty means that I have certain leeway when it es to, well, me,”

  And there he was, in all his glory, Loki. Well, not the current Loki. The Loki who held what seemed like strands of green in both his hands, keeping them tied together, ahere was now another hand growing out from under his right hand, poiraight at him.

  How could he do this? Wasn’t Loki supposed to be trapped for eternity, forever doomed to hold the timeliogether and nothing else?

  His mind raced in panic as he tried to figure things out.

  “Ah, that. Iing cept, really but there is truly nothing to do here for eternity but hold the most fragile thing in the omniverse together. You know, after a few eternities, I grew bored and grew ara arm to pensate for my, well, ck of arms,” Loki, resting on his throne, which was more of a prison, chuckled and answered his questions that he hadn’t even spoken out loud.

  “Oh, I am so sorry,” Loki said and waved his hand that oi him, and suddenly, he could move again, breathe again, and even then, he khat he was not really here. For one, he could not feel his powers or his e to dimensional energy that was always all around him, even if he entered alternate dimensions.

  “What are you doing here? What did you mean by using me?” He finally asked the only person who could provide him the answers, because he retty sure that Loki, this version of Loki, this utterly OP Hax of a Variant must have pulled him here for a reason.

  “Jack Sullivan, you were pulled into this reality by someone who ot be named and should not be touched but you see, it is s to be here, all by myself, for several eternities. So, I peered into your timeline because, you see, this was the first time I got to experiehe work of your patron, and to my surprise, I found myself eained. For some reasoe your as being anything but eaining, I found myself thhly amused by your life,”

  Amused? Eained? What the fucK?!

  “That led me to think that there was something else at py and what do you know, there was. This hand, it did not e for free. I had to sacrifie of the friimelines and then burn all the souls in that timelio get enough energy to create this limb and also to figure out why you were so amusing to me. Anyways, I have spoken too muyway but it was just a spur of the moment thing, the words I spoke to my much stupider variant.”

  All he could do was stare stupidly at Loki who tio babble on and on about something that absolutely was not on his mind, aainly not on his agenda for the day.

  Loki finally noticed something as he looked at him and then sighed, “I am so sorry, mother would kill me if she saw my manners but you see, I have been alone for so long and the Endless are not good pany, ood versationalist, hehe babbling. I too don’t know why I did this.”

  Then Loki’s eyes widened as he snapped his fingers on his free hand, “Oh! Oh by Odin’s Beard, so it is like this. So, I have been trolled as well. Ah! So amusing. Truly, the one who ot be named’s ways are very handy,”

  And then, as if the versation he heard was not mind bending and needed more text, Loki snapped his fingers once again, blog his vision with a sea of green before he found himself ba his body. He hurriedly tested his e to his powers, dimensional energy and even to his astral form and sighed in relief when he found everything to be okay.

  Damhought, breathing heavily, that was bizarre.

  Loki. Endless. God of Time. Third Limb. Sacrifig timelines, burning souls.

  “What. THE. FUCK!” he muttered under his breath before a barrier covered his body and he flew straight towards his own quarters as if he owhe pce, because he khe pce like the back of his hand now, having lived in it for over a week now.

  He was about to ehe Guest Wing of the pace when he felt the magical tremor and theual tremor from the Royal Pace, the Royal Halls. His eyes narrowed as he probed deeper ae it being essentially wartime, he was surprised that there were no entments up in the pace to stop any sg on the pace itself.

  “That’s Eir,” he said before he ged course a straight to the Royal Hall. Something must have happened for a rea like this and Eir was one of the Valkyrie before He killed them all.

  Probably somethied to that and as he pushed the Hall doors open, which had no guards, which was odd as well, he saw the se that firmed his fears.

  Eir was standing in front of He, with Thor blog her fist from reag He’s face, something that gave He no small amount of joy judging by the absolute smughat radiated out of her. The fist was also glowing golden and he khat, uhe times Eir used her magic as a healer, this one was certainly not going to heal He back to her peak. This robably one of those healer only fucked up spells that destroyed one from the ioo bad that even that would not be able to stop He now that she was on Asgard.

  Already, he could feel He rec and growing stronger, stronger beyond even his means to deal with, unless he used the Power Stone. She ractically unreisable from when he first saw her, when she had escaped her prison.

  Now, she looked every bit as the Asgardian Royalty that she was. Beautiful green eyes, angur symmetrical face, shining hair, and a body appropriate of a Powerful Asgardian.

  “Damn, you two do not look alike,” He whistled as he made a joke, trying to lighten the mood.

  He snorted and Eir’s gre so him as he stopped in his pce, Thor pushing back Eir from He.

  “Enough Eir, I do not expect you to heal her personally. Just to make sure that she is in her optimum dition for the duel.”

  And boy was that the wrong thing to say because Eir whirled around on Thor and for a moment, he felt as if Eir would attack the Regent himself and it Treason but calmer heads prevailed and she stomped out of the room, each of her steps reverbing throughout the room.

  “She’s ahan I remember her being,” He ented and then raised her hands in surrender when Thred at her, and after throwing a look at him, left the Hall as well.

  “Thor, if I may ask, why do this? You could have finished her ba Earth itself, why this long drawn out duel? We have more important things to worry about, like retrieving the premier ons maker in all of the Nine Realms or w about threats like Thanos,” He asked Thor, all but pleading to deal with He, or let him deal with He, however unlikely it might be, but Thor was adamant and now that the vow was sealed, there was not much that Thor himself could do without Asgard itself punishing him, as backsh for breaking the vow.

  So, there he was, wasting his time on Asgard for something that might take days or even weeks, due to the w of the vow which meant that unless both partits agree that they are in top dition, the duel won’t begin.

  So, he left.

  And came to Earth.

  Not inf anybody, he just went to Kamar Taj first and after seeing that everything was fine, except that Strange had still not arrived yet, moved on to the rest of the world. Keeping himself ed in the cloaking spell, he travelled around the world and found that things were chugging around smoothly.

  The Accords were somehow a thing but they were nowhere he human rights atrocity that they were in the timeline. Even still, he was going to take a public stand against anything mandatory or anything close to indefinite incarceration in the Accords but right now was not the time for that.

  The Inhuman Vilge still existed, something that he would have to rectify soon, if they tried to make a move on humanity. Attin was something he had not addressed and he would like Bck Bolt’s help in the uping battle but that was ti on dealing with the cesspool that was Inhuman politid without an absolute purge of the Geic cil along with the execution of Maximus, there was no way he was ever going to trust the Inhumans from Attin in any of the fights.

  There were no overt moves from the Ten Rings, magical or otherwise so that was a dead end.

  Doh all the observation, he went over to Stark Tower by creating a portal that led to the penthouse, his way of deg his arrival on the p.

  “Mr.Sullivan, wele back to Earth. Mr. Stark is in LA at the moment but I have informed him and he should be free to be portaled here in some time. In the meantime, why don’t you wait in the lobby,” Jarvis weled him and opehe elevators for him.

  “Ah, Jarvis, cel the meeting with Tony. Tell him that I need some rest and will be in my quarters. Just wake me up in the evening,”

  “Affirmative, sir.”

  He freshened up, and wasn’t that a happy feeling? having modern toiletries, even though the Asgardian magical ones ed him just fine, and the straight to the very expensive beddings installed in his quarters.

  He meditated, while in his sleepy position and in no time at all, he was asleep.

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  Meanwhile, Ba Asgard

  “Why have you e here, He?” Thor asked He who was kneeling on the ground in front of the pce that once used to be the Wastends. His fury had damaged some of it but he could see that the Wastends were reg even the magical energy in the remnants of the attack, to fuel its expansion. Thor really wondered how Heimdall survived in this hellscape for years.

  “You know that a demon Prince, from one of the seven Hells, is responsible for this wastend?” He asked Thor, still kneeling with one of her hands trying to dig into the ground for some reason.

  “Yes, I am aware that a demon was sealed here and that is the reason this pce has no vitality and is in a state of stant decay,” Thor informed her from what he had learned by going through the Royal Archives.

  “Ah, so you do know some things. See, the demon was not defeated by Odin alo my mother was the one helped in sealing the demon. Odin was tired from battle and caught off guard by a demon ambushing him in Asgard itself so he was uo mount a proper offense. My mother was the one who gave her life, sealing the demon in the nds forever, stripping his mind from his body but she didn’t mao remove his magi his body, forever haunting these nds from the Prince’s attribute of decay,” He informed Thor about it and he was taken aback at that.

  He had no idea.

  He then suddenly stood up, “Well, stand back, brother, you are about to see me in a and sihe vow hasn’t acted up yet, it means you don’t believe the wastends to be part of Asgard. Good. Makes things easier.”

  Thor then watched as He raised her hand, creating a sword which she then stabbed into the ground, theing cracks in the ground leading up to the wastend. The decay, coloured brown, tried to fight back against the encroag Green and Bd it was about to win when He jured yet another sword and with a grunt of exertion, thrust it into the ground as well, panting with exertion as she was expelling almost all of her magito the ground, so as to “kill” this wastend, ond for all.

  Thor, having the same goal, pced one of his hands on her shoulder, making He look up in fusion, “Wha–”

  He’s words were stu her throat as Thor’s immense magical power umped into He, as a look of amazement and then realisation turned into horror as Thor’s power overwhelmed the magic of the wastend and they watched as the Green and Dark covered the ey of the wastend mountains, leaving behind no trace of the magic of Demon Prihat had been haunting this pce for turies.

  “Do it,” Thor anded softly, taking a step bad He plied, almost reverentially.

  She pced both of her hands on both the swords' hilt and then uttered one word, “Die!”

  And just like that, the stories of horrors that was the deg wastend where Odin threw his most hated prisoners, was destroyed, by He Odinsdeneral of Asgard, and Goddess of Death.

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