The Hand of Authority.
BOOM!!!
High above the Land of the Dead, the azure spatial barrier rippled and groaned. A rainbow pillar of light, anchored by the Tesseract and the will of a very busy "God of Wisdom," condensed into a singular, blinding point.
The siblings moved with a frightening, silent synchronicity. Loki secured Odin's corpse into his storage dimension while the Death Grip trait siphoned the Eternal Spear, Gungnir, into his grasp. Beside him, Princess Hela (Number One) carried her parallel self in a bridal carry, her eyes glowing with a cold, focused intent. She used a burst of necro-energy to freeze Hela Number Two's temporal state; a second later, and the wound from Gungnir would have been fatal even for a Goddess of Death.
Loki tapped the base of the Eternal Spear against the ashen ground.
The Bifrost roared, claiming them.
They materialized at the Observatory. Heimdall, sensing the wrongness in the air, drew Hofund with the speed of a lightning strike. He never got the chance to swing. Hela's boot caught him in the chest with a sickening thud, sending the Gatekeeper flying into the gold-leafed wall. He slid down slowly, gasping for air.
Loki stepped toward the control pedestal, his hand glowing with the emerald fire of the Time Stone. He halted the Bifrost's automated planet-killing sequence and turned his gaze toward the fallen warrior. Mental Manipulation flared, weaving into Heimdall's very soul.
"My loyal Heimdall," Loki's voice was a velvet echo of Odin's authority. "What are you doing?"
"I..." Heimdall's orange eyes glazed over, the rebellion dying in his mind. "Your Majesty... I don't know."
"Continue your duties. Watch the borders. Report only what I wish to hear."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Heimdall returned to his post, nodding to "Thor" (Hela Number One) as if nothing had happened. He didn't ask about the dying woman in the Prince's arms. With 60% control over the Heart of Asgard, Loki didn't just rule the city; he owned the minds within it.
The Mirror of Motherhood.
Loki quickly sketched a mental "mask" for Hela, replicating Thor's clean, heroic temperament into her aura to prevent any slip-ups with the palace staff.
"Are you ready for the throne room, Sister?" Loki asked via their link.
"I like this game," Hela replied. "But tell me—if you had this telepathic power, why didn't you tell Number Two we were on her side earlier? The poor girl almost took my head off."
"And risk Odin sensing the link?" Loki countered. "Your trash-talk gave the old man time to breathe. If you'd spent less time gloating and more time stabbing, we'd have been home for lunch."
Both Helas fell silent in the mental radio. They knew he was right.
The rainbow light deposited them at the Golden Palace. Frigga and the parallel Female Loki were already there, their faces masks of terror and grief.
"HELA!" Frigga shrieked, pouncing toward her eldest daughter. "No! Odin, how could you be so cruel! Is this your justice?!"
Loki felt a pang of phantom guilt as the grieving mother rushed him. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't have her scratching the God-King's face. He tapped Gungnir once. A wave of white divine power gently pushed her back.
"Enough!" Loki barked, his voice booming with Odin's thunder. "Thor is taking her to the healing chambers. Hela, this is your final chance to repent. Loki, take your mother to her quarters to rest."
"Yes... Father," Female Loki whispered, her eyes wide with fear.
The four of them separated. While the queens dealt with the dying Hela, Loki went to the wardrobe where he'd stashed the real Thor. He dragged the unconscious God of Thunder into his storage space, synchronizing the man's subconscious with Hela's daily experiences. When they eventually left this world, Thor would wake up with a "memory" of these events, ensuring a seamless transition of the timeline.
The Forge of Empires.
Loki sat upon the Hlidskjalf—the High Throne. It felt... adequate.
As the acting God-King, he issued two immediate decrees. First, he ordered General Sigmund to lead a vanguard to Midgard. Their mission: occupy the hidden territory of Wakanda. He wanted the Vibranium stores and every scrap of information regarding Adamantium formulas.
Through Heimdall's memories, he confirmed that Mutants walked this Earth. In his own world, they were myths, but here, they were a resource. Vibranium for defense, Adamantium for the edge. It was a lethal combination.
Second, he sent a summons to the Dwarves of Nidavellir. He provided them with blueprints for a "Reforged Destroyer"—a titan-class Uru suit armored in Vibranium and Adamantium. He wanted to see how this world's Thor would handle a machine that couldn't be broken by a hammer.
He turned his attention to his sister's gear. He wanted to replace her jagged "spider" crown with something more regal—a blend of Wonder Woman's tiara and a Valkyrie's helm. He spent the afternoon sketching, his mind racing with the possibilities of Equipment Modification.
"Sister," he messaged Hela. "Spear, axe, hammer, or sword? Pick your main weapon. We're visiting the forge soon."
He gripped Gungnir. He could feel the spear's compatibility with his new Solar-Thermal fire power. In his hands, the spear was ten times the weapon it was for the original Odin. His 60% authority meant he was now the primary battery of Asgard.
He walked down into the royal treasury and stood before the brazier of the Eternal Flame. In his own world, he'd spent a decade siphoning a single basin. Here, with his enhanced divine body, he leaned in and took a massive, greedy gulp of the primordial fire.
BURP.
He had absorbed one-fifth of the entire flame in seconds.
"One basin every five months," Loki whispered, his eyes glowing like dying stars. "A wave of ascension. Thank you, Interface."
With thousands of basins available across the multiverse, the World Serpent form was no longer a dream; it was a deadline.
To celebrate his newfound divinity, Loki looked at the scroll of the evening's attendees. He selected a troop of the most beautiful snake-women from the southern provinces—fresh recruits for the God-King's private chambers.
The God-King experience card, Loki thought, leaning back as the seductive music began to play. Satisfaction: Infinite.
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