Nowhere good. I spent a year effectively moving through the dregs of the galaxy with only what I had on me and my wits and skills to survive. No kindness was shown to me that wasn't ruthlessly bargained for and often at great cost. Eventually, I found my way to a being known as the Mad Titan. Gamora knows of me from my time in his service, but it was the a desperate bargain I'd made. He offered me a thrown--to use his army and conquer Midgard, if I would only secure a certain relic known as the Tesseract for him. I took the offer and invaded New York. Not outright at first, but more subtly and by taking control of a few government agents in good places. I infiltrated and caused what I had hoped was an irreparable rift among their defenders. In the end, I was defeated and sent back to Asgard by my brother in chains. Father sent me to prison, though I told him if it was to be the axe for me then to hurry up. Instead...prison. Denied my mother's presence as well, although she found her ways to talk with me. Made me as comfortable as she could. But the last time I saw her alive we fought, she and I.
[Now Loki raised his head up, and took up the comb. Turning so that he was in profile to Kaiba. Comb in his left hand, he filled with it with his right as the pair were brought up in front of his waist.]
I wasn't freed until Thor needed my help to rescue Jane Foster and stop the Svartalfhar. That is, the dark elves. The other ancient, and thought to be extinct, enemy race to the Asgardians besides the Jotun. His desperate plan worked almost. We freed Jane Foster, from Asgard and from the Aether that the dark elves sought inside of her. Thor obviously did not trust me after my invasion of Earth, and we used that to an advantage. I pretended to betray him, to get the Dark Elf Wizard Malekith to free Jane from the Aether, and then I helped protect her. I nearly died again. Thor had already thought me dead once before I showed up in New York seeking the Tesseract. Here he thought I died again, but einherjar had come looking for us--followed my secret way to Svartalfhar.
I killed and changed one of them, to take my place--went home, told Odin that Loki was dead while Thor went to deal with the Dark Elves on Midgard presumably. How he got there I don't know. Father figured out that I wasn't the einherjar he'd sent rather quickly, but I had no desire to go back to my prison cell. I enchanted him by modifying his memory, and found him a home to live in for elders on Midgard in New York. He stayed there for 4 years while I ruled Asgard, pretending to be him. Thor was, again, the cause of my being found out by his return to Asgard. We went to Midgard to find Father, and he'd broken the enchantment at some point but had stayed where he was.
[Loki's eyes look down, and his expression was decidedly neutral.]
He said mother would've been proud of it, my spellcasting. I was young, angry and hurt and confused.
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Date: 2024-01-13 05:35 am (UTC)[Now Loki raised his head up, and took up the comb. Turning so that he was in profile to Kaiba. Comb in his left hand, he filled with it with his right as the pair were brought up in front of his waist.]
I wasn't freed until Thor needed my help to rescue Jane Foster and stop the Svartalfhar. That is, the dark elves. The other ancient, and thought to be extinct, enemy race to the Asgardians besides the Jotun. His desperate plan worked almost. We freed Jane Foster, from Asgard and from the Aether that the dark elves sought inside of her. Thor obviously did not trust me after my invasion of Earth, and we used that to an advantage. I pretended to betray him, to get the Dark Elf Wizard Malekith to free Jane from the Aether, and then I helped protect her. I nearly died again. Thor had already thought me dead once before I showed up in New York seeking the Tesseract. Here he thought I died again, but einherjar had come looking for us--followed my secret way to Svartalfhar.
I killed and changed one of them, to take my place--went home, told Odin that Loki was dead while Thor went to deal with the Dark Elves on Midgard presumably. How he got there I don't know. Father figured out that I wasn't the einherjar he'd sent rather quickly, but I had no desire to go back to my prison cell. I enchanted him by modifying his memory, and found him a home to live in for elders on Midgard in New York. He stayed there for 4 years while I ruled Asgard, pretending to be him. Thor was, again, the cause of my being found out by his return to Asgard. We went to Midgard to find Father, and he'd broken the enchantment at some point but had stayed where he was.
[Loki's eyes look down, and his expression was decidedly neutral.]
He said mother would've been proud of it, my spellcasting.
I was young, angry and hurt and confused.