"Loki for President."
At that moment, the Loki with those words printed on him was leading a group of Lokis inside an air-raid shelter.
The chubby Loki stood before his throne and berated Loki. "You've let wolves into the house!"
"I think snakes would be a more fitting description."
"I've killed every one of them before. They all die the same way!" The chubby Loki took a threatening step forward.
But the Black Loki beside him pulled out a Hammer and pressed it to his neck. "Sorry, my King. I betrayed you. I'm the King now!"
Watching from the side, Loki felt utterly confused. Was this really not some kind of joke?
"Speaking of that..." President Loki spread his arms and stepped forward with a smile. The Lokis behind him all drew their weapons, including AK-47s.
"What do you want?" President Loki asked mockingly.
"I'm not bargaining!" Black Loki shouted. "I gave you a place, so you have to give me shelter and supplies! Give me your army, and I'll take the throne!"
"That's not a very good proposal. How about this? The army is mine, and so is the throne."
As soon as President Loki finished speaking, some other Loki added, "Speaking of that..."
Clang!
The Lokis around him immediately pointed their weapons at him!
"You stupid commoners..."
The scene descended into chaos. Only then did President Loki notice there was an alligator on the ground—and it had already quietly crawled up to his feet!
Loki, standing off to the side, felt nothing but embarrassment—who would have thought all these unreliable idiots were him?
This farce was enough to give even him a headache. If there were any magic that could deny their identities as "Lokis," he would definitely learn it.
Alligator Loki bit off President Loki's hand, and