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The Loki System

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The ceremony was great, fabulous, totally, absolutely, boring to boot.

What the hell is this?

Loki emerged from the door gracefully, making his way to the queen and king before stepping aside to join the royal family and the high-ranking warriors of Asgard. The crowd was huge. There was hardly anything new about the ceremony,

This feels like senior graduation all over again.

The Asgardian watched their dark prince, wearing women's clothes and looking every bit like the sorcerer he is. There was hardly a piece of metal armor or any signs of a warrior on him. However, the court was somehow torn between disappointment and yearning, not sure how they would feel about the newly emerged ergi trickster.

Meanwhile, the Warrior Four were slowly contemplating and reevaluating their lives. Actually, let me rephrase that. Fandral, Sif, and Hogunn were reevaluating their lives. (Volstagg is married, loyal to his wife, and is old enough to be their father...)

The stares directed to Loki were many. Of course, Odin and Frigga did not let this go unnoticed as they both shared a look. If anyone was capable of noticing the king at that very exact moment rather than spending their time ogling their prince, they would have noticed that King Odin Allfather was beginning to turn purple and red in the face, a vein popping out of his head as though he was prepared to lop off every one of his subjects for the blatant disrespect they were showing to his youngest son.

The door swung open and Thor swept in like a fiery storm of thunder. The crowd reacted late. It wasn't until five seconds had pass did the cheers began to roar like drums and whistles. Thor waved, held his hammer high, his chin tilted to the sky, and proceeded to smile with all the arrogance in the world. Loki raised an unimpressed brow as he clapped politely. As for his mother, she could only shake her head with a helpless smile while his father just kept staring with all the patience in the world (judging by the tightening of his hand around Gungnir, he may have been equally irked).

He could hear Sif groan as he said "Oh, please..." exasperatedly with a roll of his eyes. Across from where he was standing, Loki saw that Hogun, ever the taciturn warrior, stood stiff postured and on guard; Volstagg and Fandral, on the other hand, clapped boisterously and hooted, whistling and cheering louder than anyone else in the room.

Eventually, and Loki really meant it when he said eventually, Thor finally reached the steps of Odin's grand throne, smug looking and red cape billowing with the help of nonexistent wind as he kneeled smoothly on one knee, taking off his helmet and winking.

Frigga threw him an admonishing glance and Odin seemed to have had enough with the dramatics and rose to his feet, smacking Gungnir on the ground to silence the room.

Loki cheered internally. They were finally starting!

Odin raises Gungnir before them and begins to speak. "Gungnir. Its aim is true, its power strong. With it I have defended Asgard and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms since the time of the Great Beginning. And though the day has come for a new King to wield his own weapon -- that duty remains the same. Thor Odinson, my heir, my first-born..."

Loki tried not to look bored, but the Mot inside him made him sleepy.

How long is this speech going to take? Can we just skip this scene?"


009 deadpanned.

Loki huffed to himself, sighing.

To an outsider's point of view, he may have looked disappointed that Thor was going to be made king, but if they knew what he was really thinking, they would have puked blood in anger.

"- So long entrusted with this might hammer, Mjolnir..." Odin continued dronning.

Oh my god, are you kidding?

{Just be patient. He's almost done.}

He's talking about Thor's hammer.

Loki stated bluntly.

009 could only sigh.


"Today I entrust you with the greatest honor in all the Nine Realms. The sacred throne of Asgard. I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King."

Thor looked up and faced his father. Odin gazed at him, pride clear in his eyes.

"Thor Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"

Unhesitantly, the blonde thunder god answered, "I do."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"

Once again, the fast response came. "I do."

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambitions and pledge yourself only to the good of all the realms?"

Thor smiled broadly and laid a hand on his heart. "I swear to this oath, Allfather."

Loki looked incredibly unimpressed as he crossed his arms and leaned back, looking both calm and carefree.

Honestly, does he even know what he's swearing to?

No response came from 009. Instead, there was a series of beeps and static in his head.


The noise in his head died down and the System answered him.

{Master Mot, there has been a disturbance in the Vault.}

009 alerted.

Loki lightly scrunched up his brow.

Can you show me?

{Gladly. Initiating monitor...}

A series of images flooded Loki's mind. The bodies of Asgardian soldiers are flung to the vault floor with ease. The ground was strewn in ice. Large shadows emerged and Loki could see a flash of deep blue. Frost Giants. There were Frost Giants in the weapons vault, and they're making their way toward the Casket of Ancient Winters. They lift the box-like artifact and turn to leave. But as they do, something behind the Casket starts to separate and retract. It was an intricate latticework, slowly revealing something standing in the shadows. A fiery glow rises and the Frost Giants scream.

Loki was not alarmed. He was more or less aware that this was going to happen. What was more intriguing was WHO had let the frost giants in. Obviously, it wasn't him, as Mot was now in Loki's body, therefore, holds no responsibility for the situation at all. It had to be someone else.

How long was this?

{According to the monitor, this has happened five minutes ago. A soldier is on its way.}

Loki nodded to himself and waited patiently for the event to happen as he allowed the plot to play out with its dramatic finesse.

Meanwhile, standing with Gungnir, Odin was still speaking and Thor was still kneeling.

"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you-"

Odin seems to hesitate for a moment. In the silence of the throne room, the sounds of heavy footfalls echo. Someone throws open the door. "Frost Giants! Frost Giants in the Weapon Vault!"

A bloodied and heavily injured soldier cries out before he falls in a dead faint. The crowd gasps.

The Warrior Four reach for their weapons and Thor rushed out, followed by Odin and a few other soldiers.

Loki and Frigga stayed behind. They paused and looked as the beefy armored men ran out of the room before sharing a look. At once, the mother and son duo rolled their eyes and gracefully fell into steps with one another, heading toward the door in slow, elegant strides. The crowd is still chattering among themselves.

Loki goes over to the injured soldier and knelt down. Frigga stands near, watching in case her son runs out of energy helping the poor man.

The trickster gently rolls the soldier over and places a hand on the latter's cheek. "Sir, are you alright? Please open your eyes for a moment." He urged, weaving Seidr into the man. Bruises and cuts patched themselves and slowly disappeared and he finally let out a pained groan before his eyes snapped open.

Abruptly, the man sits up and coughs, gasping for breath. Loki places a hand on his back. "Calm down, good sir. There. Please breath slowly. In for two, out for two. Okay?" He helped the guy regain his balance and eventually helped him up.

"Th-thank you, your highness." The soldier says, looking both bashful and nervous at the same time.

Loki gave him a tranquil smile. "It is alright. I do recommend for you to seek out Healer Eir, however, as I am no healer. I only mended the wounds on your outer flesh. For whatever that is left, you should go to the professionals." He warned.

"I will do that, your highness." With those words, the man leaves for a trip to Eir.

Unbeknownst, the crowd of people has become silent as they watched their prince help a soldier and cast a rare smile that he seems to wear a lot today. They were very astonished but did not say, merely gossiping the news and passing it on to whoever would listen.

Loki and Frigga stand side by side. "Do you think Father and Brother are done with the investigation? I hope the damage done in the Vaults were not too bad."

His mother sighs. "My dear, we should all remember that the men in this family are both stubborn, loud, and brash. Do not become like your father and brother, Loki. This I will tell you, my son."

Loki smiles listlessly. "Yes, Mother."

They leave the throne room, Frigga looping one arm around her son, who offers the crook of his elbow.

"Mother, do you think Thor and father will be fine?"

"Absolutely, my dear. Absolutely."

In the vault, Odin and Thor were arguing with one another. The Warrior Four hurried inside to help the other soldiers clear up the mess. They looked at one another awkwardly as the father and son yelled at each other.

"They have paid with their lives! The Destroyer has done its duty and the Casket is safe!" Odin bellowed, face turning puce as reigns in his rebellious son.

Thor looked equally furious as he pointed a finger at the Allfather. "All is well?! They have broken into the Weapon's Vault! If the Frost Giants even touched one of these relics-"

"But they didn't." Odin cut off, glaring at the blonde.

The God of Thunder continues to argue, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "I want to know why-"

Odin stares at him calmly. "The Casket of Ancient Winters belonged to the Jotuns. They believe it is their birthright."

"And if you hadn't taken it away from them, they would have laid waste to all the Nine Realms." Thor spat.

Odin sighs, breathing in slowly before opening his one good eye. "I have a truce with Laufey."

Thor looked even more incensed, slamming his hand against the wall. "He just broke your damn truce! We must act!"

Odin narrows his eyes, a scowl on his face as he turns to the soldiers and the Warrior Four. "Leave us." He commanded.

They exited hurriedly, not wishing to stay any longer with the Thunderer and the Allfather in the room.

The golden king now faces his son alone, gazing at him with a hard eye. "What actions would you take?"

Thor stared righteously at him. "March into Jotunheim as you once did, teach them a lesson, and break their spirits so that they never dare to cross our borders again!"

"You're thinking only as a warrior!" Odin shouted angrily.

"This was an act of war!"

"It was the act of a few that was doomed to fail from the start."

"They've gotten this far! What's to say they won't come further to their goals next time?"

"Then we shall find the breaches in our system and seal them close so that this never happens again."

Thor looked thoroughly put off. "As king of Asgard-"

"But you are not king. Not yet." Odin says lowly, his aged face filled with disappointment as he violently ended the conversation there, turning away so that he could no longer look at his firstborn.

Thor realized that he could only push this far. No matter how much he argues, there was no way he could change his father's mind. Angrily, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him in a burst of fury.

In his personal chambers, Loki watched this scene silently with the assistance of 009. He shook his head, equally ashamed that Thor would think so rashly, not even weighing the cost of war and its consequences.

Sighing, he stood up and left the room, walking to the banquet hall where Thor would surely be, to take out his frustrations on a few innocent tables and chairs.

Looking listless and dainty, Loki wandered the pillared golden palace, trying to locate the hall.


He suddenly collided with someone coming from the corridors.

"Your highness?"

The trickster was on the ground, nursing his forehead when he looked up to find himself face to face with Fandral the Dashing, one of the Warrior Four. Behind him stood Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun the Grim.

"What is it...?"

Still on the ground, Loki asked them the question. Thankfully, Fandral had the decency to grasp him by the elbow and help him off the floor. "Thank you." He said, offering a lazy grin and dazzling the warriors.

"Y-you're welcome, my prince."

Sif had a scowl on his face and marched over to pull Fandral off the raven haired prince. "Fandral is sorry for bumping into you, your highness." He intoned, giving a look to the blonde.

Loki raised a delicate brow. "I see."

Sighing, he patted down his robes and turned to the four warriors. "Are you all seeking my brother as well?"

There were nods in unison. "Lovely. He is most likely in the Banquet Hall. Knowing my brother, he will want to eat or throw tables. Shall we all go together?"

Sif was about to say no, but Fandral beat him to the punch.

"Yes! That's great! Come, your highness! This handsome and dashing warrior shall escort you!"

Loki only smiled warily. "If you say so..." He answered, following gracefully after the Asgardian.

Thor stands in the empty hall filled with tables and chairs and endless amount of food and mead. It was obvious that the festivity has been canceled due to the break in. Pacing back and forth like a rabid beast, the god of thunder felt anger and frustration boil beneath his skin, until he can take it no longer and swiftly overturned one of the tables, knocking it over with the full force of an Asgardian warrior.

"Thor, what in the world are you doing?" The astonished voice of his brother cried out.

Immediately, the thunderer was brought back from his fury and rage-filled mind, turning around to see said sorcerer along with his four dear friends standing there by the door.


He looked at his shaking hands and nearly growled.

Loki crosses over to him quickly, his robes elegantly sweeping the floors like their mother's would, quite similar to Frigga indeed. The dark prince placed a hand on his arm and looked worried.

"Be at peace, brother. What has made your mood so foul?"

"Those Frost Giants, Loki." He spat, pulling away his arm. "It is unwise to be in my company."

"Then I have never been wised." Loki countered.

Thor huffed. "This was supposed to be my day of triumph."

"Another day will come soon where you can triumph again. What has been done is now in the past. Be patient and your chances will grow." Loki softly admonished, trying to calm the agitated prince.

Thor frowned, almost pouting like a petulant child.

Volstagg shrugged, stuffing a sausage into his mouth, followed by a pint of mead. "Your brother has a point there, Thor. It's not like we can take our vengeance either. None of us can defy Allfather."

Hogun, Fandral, Sif, and Loki all stared at Volstagg in alarm, looking horrified. The redhead looked around. "What?"

Thor was looking at his hammer, a gleam in his eyes.

Loki could instantly tell what the latter was thinking. He grew concerned. "Brother, I know that look. I beseech you to stop whatever madness you are planning."

"What madness?" Fandral asked.

"Nothing." Loki said sternly, his eyes narrowing at Thor. "My brother is merely jesting."

Thor suddenly gave a broad grin. "Come now, brother. The safety of our realm is nothing to jest of! It is settled! We are going to Jotunheim!"

"What?!" The rest all cried in unison.

The Warriors exchanged concerned looks. Loki realized there was no way to convince Thor to stop.

After a righteous speech that both glorified Thor and convinced the Warriors, everyone finally agreed with the plan. Loki, however, was not impressed.

He shakes his head, deciding he would join as he showed a lazy grin and hooded eyes, looking very troubled. "I fear we will come to regret this." He told them, and then left, slipping away silently to leave the warriors and his brother to themselves.