"World's Greatest Ability User Tournament... Now this is interesting."
On a New York street, a handsome man in a suit watched an advertisement for the World's Greatest Ability User Tournament on the screen ahead of him, a sly smile appearing on his face.
His name was Loki Odinson, the God of Mischief of Asgard and the eternal runner-up in the divine realm.
Having studied magic under Frigga since childhood, he could use his teleportation magic to travel freely through the Nine Realms even without the Bifrost.
That naturally included Midgard, the realm of mortals.
He remembered that the last time he had come to Midgard was over thirty years ago, when he had made a bet with his older brother Thor, hijacked a Boeing 727, obtained two hundred thousand dollars, and jumped from the plane to escape.
Today, his muscle-brained older brother, Thor, had officially been declared the heir to the throne by Father God Odin.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would inherit the throne five years from today and become the new king of Asgard.
Loki felt deeply frustrated and upset over this, so he had come to Midgard again to clear his head.
He did not understand. When they were young, Father God had told both him and Thor that they had both been born to be kings. Why, then, had he always favored Thor alone, passing the throne to Thor instead of him?
He was clearly far smarter than Thor and much more suited to becoming the king of Asgard.
Since childhood, Thor had always been the celebrated God of Thunder, Father God's pride, beloved by all Asgardians. He also had several friends willing to lay down their lives for him—the Warriors Three and Sif.
As for Loki, aside from Frigga, no one truly valued him. Even