Peter walked out the door in a daze. He had not spent long in the Central Universe, knew nothing about the situation there, and had no idea what Asgard was like. So in his eyes, Loki was still the God of Mischief. Maybe he had turned over a new leaf a little, but not by much.
But Peter truly had no other options. He now had to try every possible method to save his universe, so he could only follow Nick's directions and make his way to the office.
Yet there was no one else in the office. Only a telephone sat in the middle of the desk. Peter hesitantly picked up the receiver, dialed the number, and heard a rather steady voice from the other end. "Hello, Asgard Prince's Residence. Who are you looking for?"
"I-I'm looking for Loki."
"Prince Loki is not available at the moment."
"Oh, then... then never mind."
"Wait. What is your name?"
"Peter Parker," Peter replied instinctively.
"You are listed in Prince Your Highness's telephone directory. Please hold while we transfer you to the Royal Affairs Department... Beep beep beep... Hello, this is the Asgard Royal Affairs Department. The Asgard royal family extends its most sincere greetings. How may we assist you?"
"I'm looking for Loki."
"VIP transfer line confirmed. Transferring you to a private communications device..."
"Hello, Peter?... Wait a moment. Which Peter are you?"
"I..." Peter choked for a moment. He still did not really understand the numbering system for Multiverse Spider-Men, but he remembered Nick had once told him a string of numbers. So he said, "I think I'm... 2765?"
"Oh, I know. You're the Spider-Man who was injured before, right? What is it? Why are you looking for me?"
The voice on the other end sounded quite young, and the