"Heimdall!!!" Loki had barely shouted the name before suddenly remembering there was no Heimdall on Battleworld. He could only let out a long sigh, grab the crocodile off the table, and throw it out the window.
"Get Loki from Universe 0632 in here to see me!"
Not long after, the door opened. Another Loki, holding a scepter, appeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame. "You wanted me?"
"What is going on with the accounts for your universe's spaceship research institute materials supply department?" Loki turned to look at him. "Your warehouse caught fire over five hundred times in six hundred years. Odin really did you a disservice by not making you Fire God!"
That Loki looked quite young and utterly unconcerned. He shook his head and said, "Why wouldn't he give me the battleship cannon core I wanted? So I burned down his warehouse. If I can't have it, nobody can..."
With a bang, that Loki was sent flying. Every Loki in the office glanced up, then immediately lowered their heads and went back to checking the accounts.
Loki shook his hammer and looked at Crocodile Loki as he flew back in. "Go ask who still has cross-region communication data. Send a message to his brother right now and tell him his brother is in our hands..."
"No, I mean send the questionable parts of the accounts to his brother." Loki rubbed his throbbing temples. He really had been angered into confusion lately.
President Loki stepped over the upper half of the unconscious young Loki and walked in. Folding his arms, he said, "The results are in. Just as we expected, seventy percent of the Asgards in universes on the main timeline will inevitably face Ragnarok within three hundred years."
"We don't have much time." Loki shot an