Loki was standing on the top of the small hill looking at the pity people at the bottom who were trying to run away from him. They knew that they can't run away from a demi-god but their stupidity and desire to save their own lives were so strong that they've lost their minds. Well, what else do you expect from this stupid race? Loki could feel their fear all around; it would be a lie if he said he doesn't like it. Just one his world and all the people were listening to their new lord. Brilliant. Even though they were still scared, they were also amazed by the power he has.
There it is. This is the day of his triumph. Loki's triumph. They have accepted him. This what he wanted, this is what they want. To be accepted by someone. Here they are, the people that he is going to lead, taking all their miserable problems, grief and confusion. Loki will show them the freedom. Obedience – A tiny price he demands and this race are willing to pay. He is the Saviour, he is the liberator. This man will destroy world and recreate it. He is the one who will create the future.
- On your knees! - Loki roared, stamping his foot and all the people without any questioning did what they were told. No doubt, they were certainly made to be ruled. Loki smiled and rubbed his hands.
Lovely, however this is just the beginning of a greater world. There are other worlds that are waiting to obey Loki. Midgard – the most miserable of the places in our galaxy that will submit his will. He will become stronger and lead his army to Alfheim, Vanaheim, Etnunheym and Niflheim. Even glorious Asgard will fall to their knees, as these weak, miserable and stupid peo…
- Loki! – thundered in his ear. Young boy didn't expect that so he jumped up looking at the owner of the voice. Of course, it was him. He will never forget this voice. The voice of his older brother. Thor had a friendly smile on his face and he was looking at his young brother Loki and the wooden dolls that were scattered on the floor.
- Again. Playing 'Puppet Master', huh? – Now his friendly smile changed to a mocking smile on Thor's face. Loki pursed his lips and looked at his brother.
- These are not just dolls… and I'm not playing.. – He muttered quietly.
- Of course. – Thor smiled and clapped his brother on the back, causing Loki to shrug his shoulders, - Father was asking, if thou wilt to go with me and Father to…
- I refuse! – Sharply interrupted Loki.
- But I didn't even finish my speech, brother! – Thor seemed surprised and slightly annoyed.
- I don't care, Thor! I'm staying! – He tousled his dark hair, demonstratively turned his back and began to arrange his army.
- Okay, but if I were you I would go. You almost don't go anywhere and look at yourself! You became as pale as the belly of a Nidhogg, ha-ha! – Thor laughed and gently slapped his brother on the back as a goodbye, after what he confidently left his brother's room.
Loki was looking at Thor as he was leaving the room with his gloomy gaze.
"That simple fool. He doesn't understand."
Loki compressed his lips and frowned.
"This fool spoilt the most interesting part."
"Puppet Master" – words and laughter of his brother were still in his head and young boy felt how his blood is boiling inside. He will show them who here is a "Puppet Master", he will have a real army and they will finally understand how badly they underestimated him! He will come out of the shadow of his stupid brother, and then…
Loki had a truly feral smile on his face that would scare anyone; he picked up one of the dolls and squeezed it in his small hand. Small doll broke out, and with a delight Loki was watching how it turns into ashes.