<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/Tom-Hiddleston-in-The-Avengers-2012-Movie-Image3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>– Loki Laufeyson<br/><strong>Location</strong>– Asgard – Outer Rim, black of space and oblivion, out of sight of Heimdall.<br/><strong>Time</strong>– In between and beyond<br/><strong>Tags </strong>- Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Loki had underestimated his foe once more. First, years ago, he had underestimated his own brother and the lengths the arrogant brawn was willing to go to stop him. He had been impressed, in fact, though he never voiced that. His brother had overcome a hard trail, set by Odin himself and made all the more difficult by Loki. Yet, he still succeeded and returned more powerful than ever, a true son to his father, while Loki remained… the naughty little brother. And while envious of this fact, he had long since accepted this guise, making it his own with his more slender and weaker appearance than your average Asgardian. His weapons were not brawn or blade, nor spear or hammer, but magic and guile. Yet, despite his arsenal of choice, Loki still possessed that same strength as his adopted brethren did, he possessed the longevity and nigh on invulnerability Asgard was famed for.<br/><br/>He was a God… with a little extra.<br/><br/>Over the thousand years of his life, he had honed himself. He had planned. He had studied. While he would never be able to beat Thor in a fair and straight physical fight, something which he had been tempted to do back on the bridge to the Bifrost –and lost-, he had other weapons. Stronger ones. And now, everything was in place.<br/><br/>The Chitauri invasion had been a loss. It had been a test for Earth and for his brother. It had answered the questions Loki had satisfactorily. Earth’s defenses were limited, out in the open and volatile. While the loss had not been expected, it had been planned for, bringing him exactly to the location he wanted to be. The dungeons of Asgard, close to the Vaults… It was an easy matter to break out and to obtain the objects he had set his sight on. It had been even easier to sneak through the peaceful, docile city. His adopted kin were really too trusting and too arrogant. Besides a handful of now dead Royal Guards and a once more frozen Heimdall, Asgard was undefended. Thor was around, probably, but asleep, dreaming of his mortal wench no doubt. Sif and the Warriors Three were passed out after yet antoher night of regaling each other with oft-repeated stories and many cups of strong Asgardian brew.<br/><br/>Weaklings, the lot of them. They did not understand greatness. Loki did, though and he resolved to be known as the greatest one day… the King of All, replacing the All-Father with a reign that would span the Universes of Yggdrassil.<br/><br/>While he executed his plans, he made sure his opposition would not possess the means to permanently stop him. In order to do this, he had to cripple Asgard’s mightiest weapon.<br/><br/>Odin.<br/><br/>He did not harm Odin himself. Despite his faults, the man had still taken in Loki and treated him as a son for a thousand years. A lesser son, but still a son. A hostage, but he still loved and nurtured the boy. It is the only thing that kept him alive, when the poison assaulted the World Tree, infecting Odin through it, weakening his already aging powers and witling them down to what humans would refer to as… a terminal patient, one that would not find the embrace of death, but one that would never feel his or her former strength again.<br/><br/>Hovering in the dark abyss between worlds, the Tesseract in one hand, the Frost Stone in the pack on his back and Odin’s spear and staff in his other hand, a fully armored and green-cloaked Loki smirked. He floated away. He had an icy location to visit for a ‘refreshing’ conversation. Jotunheim owed him its allegiance and with an army of Frost Giants… well, they certainly would be more effective than those bug-like Chitauri.<br/>