(Set some time after Thor: The Dark World)<br/><br/>For most of his life Loki had wanted to be king, to sit on the throne and rule all of Asgard like his father, Odin. But as he grew older and fell further into Thor’s shadow, always coming up as second best, that want only grew and soon Loki was willing to do just about anything to fulfil it. Taking over Midgard, or at least attempting to had been one such thing, one that didn’t quite go as expected. Loki’s time under Thano’s control, and being locked in his cell had only fueled his hunger for power until his wish came true.<br/><br/>Being king of Asgard however all as he had expected. Yes, he got to rule, and make the final decision as he saw fit. Yes, Asgardians finally respected him, finally listened to him without scorn or ridicule. He was their king. Except, he wasn’t. Hidden under the guise of the All-Father, Loki still had to act as though Odin still sat upon the throne despite the king being imprisoned below the palace in his own prison. The man he despised still had the last laugh.<br/><br/>It was about midday and Loki found himself still listening to the seemingly never ending problems of the people. One after the other they would come, pleading with their king about every problem they had, from the bad crops to how a neighbour owed them gold from that bet weeks ago. Slouched, with one hand on his chin, Loki half listened to the latest issue. The two Asgardians were in a heated debate, probably the most excitement the court had seen all day. Listening to the pair bicker, Loki finally had enough. Standing, his voice echoed off the pillars.<br/><br/>“Enough! I tire of this ceaseless nonsense. Pay the man the gold and be done with this!” Clock billowing behind him, Loki descended the steps and made to leave the throne room for the privacy of his own, or rather the king’s chambers.<br/><br/>Once away from prying eyes, Loki dropped the illusion, looking at his own green eyes and pale complexion once more. A long sigh sounded from the god as he rubbed at his face with one hand. It wasn’t unheard of for the king to disappear for a few days at a time, many of the royal court figuring it was from the stress of ruling the realm, as well as having lost both his son, and wife in such a short time. So when Loki made the decision to leave Asgard in favour of a simpler people it was to nobody’s great surprise.<br/><br/>Midgard was one of those realms that made Loki wonder. It was both fascinating and bizarre all at once, and never ceased to amaze the god with how backwards or infuriating the people could be. The streets of New York provided a familiar landmark, though now it no longer burned, or crawled with Chitauri. Once more illusioned as a young man of this realm, Loki took to the streets, appearing as just another mortal taking in the sights and sounds of the city. Off in the distance a familiar tower stood. A smirk came to Loki’s face as he wondered just how easy it would be to get in this time should he so choose to pay his favourite Midgardians a visit.