"Of course... of course, there were very complicated reasons behind all this."
God Loki raised both hands, gesturing at the timelines he held toward Leon.
"Given that my hands are full of these things, how about you hear me out first?"
"Go ahead." Leon crossed his arms, then opened his right hand in a gesture for him to continue.
"As long as your reasons are sound, I believe I'm a perfectly qualified listener."
"Good..." God Loki smiled with a touch of nostalgia.
"This is a very long story, though of course, I'll keep it brief."
Noticing Leon raise an eyebrow, Loki smiled and explained further.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell my own story. In this world, no one knows my story better than you do, right?"
Leon was not surprised that Loki had called him a transmigrator. "You know me well. Like Eternity and the others, were you one of those people who used to spy on me?"
Loki did not deny it. "In fact, I know you better than they do. I watched your story come into being with my own eyes. I watched Tony Stark hang you from his chest while he went ballroom dancing."
"...You pervert voyeur, and you sound proud of it too. Come on, there's no need to bring up embarrassing things from my baby years, right?" Leon covered his face.
Loki shrugged. "If you had also sat alone on a golden chair for countless years, watching universes be born and destroyed one after another, you could be as carefree as I am."
"You call that carefree?" Leon gave him a sidelong look.
"If I told everyone about how someone got smashed around by Hulk in Stark Tower, and how someone fell in love with the female variant of himself from a Parallel