Asgard, beside Odin's golden coffin in the Asgardian palace, where he slept.
"Father, I will unite the Nine Realms, become Lord of the Nine Realms, and clear away every obstacle. When you wake, you will surely be proud of me—not my reckless, brainless Older Brother.
"Of course, perhaps you will never see him again."
Holding Gungnir, Loki stared at the sleeping Odin in the golden coffin and murmured to himself.
"Guard Father well. Other than Mother, no one may enter without my command."
"Yes, His Majesty the King!"
A squad of Asgardian palace guards clad in Golden Armor bowed to Loki.
Odin was asleep, Thor had been exiled to Midgard, and Frigga, the queen, did not involve herself in state affairs.
Thus, Loki was currently the only candidate who could temporarily act as king, though no one truly respected this second prince with so few military accomplishments.
"Very good!"
Hearing the guards address him as "His Majesty the King," Loki immediately revealed a satisfied smile.
After leaving the palace alone, he did not seek out Heimdall, who guarded the Bifrost. Instead, he used magic to secretly leave Asgard and arrive in New Mexico on Earth.
He remembered that when Thor had returned from Jotunheim, Father God Odin had exiled him to this area.
"How could he be gone?"
Yet after searching for some time, his expression turned extremely grim.
Not only had he failed to find Thor, but Thor's Hammer was no longer where it had fallen. There was only a deep crater.
What did that mean? It meant Thor had likely retrieved Thor's Hammer and regained his divine power.
"That is impossible. How could my foolish Older Brother have broken Father God's seal so quickly?"
Thor only knew how to use brute force. He could not use magic like