Marvel World, Asgard, Golden Palace.
Beside the throne, space rippled like water, and a figure clad in orange mage robes, wearing a Sling Ring and the Eye of Agamotto, appeared at Loki's side. It was Tony Stark.
He had not come through the Bifrost, but had teleported directly here using Kamar-Taj's spatial magic.
After the two worlds merged, he and Loki were already in the same world. With his strength, crossing countless light-years to get here was no difficult feat.
Tony looked at Loki on the throne, draped in robes and holding the Eternal Spear, Gungnir, and could not help saying:
"Are you really that confident? Don't let Thanos grab you and beat the hell out of you when the time comes."
Loki cast Tony a glance with his emerald eyes, a reserved yet arrogant curve rising at the corner of his lips.
"Heh. Of course I am confident."
"I am the King of Asgard."
"The King permits, the King acknowledges, the King bears the entire world!"
He slowly rose from the throne. Gungnir in his hand naturally became an extension of his body, radiating an unspoken pressure.
The God of Lies and deceit from the past was long gone. What now stood in Asgard was the great God King Loki—the sovereign who bore Asgard's glory, Authority, and responsibility upon his shoulders.
His confidence came from strength, from Authority, and even more from his resolve as a "king."
Loki gripped Gungnir's shaft in his right hand and fiercely slammed its spearhead against the ground beneath his feet.
Bang!!!
An invisible yet vast and majestic wave spread from where the spearhead struck, instantly sweeping through the entire Golden Palace before rapidly expanding to envelop every hall and corridor of Valhalla.
It pierced thick walls, swept over towering mountains, and resounded through