As Loki fell from the Rainbow Bridge he contemplated his actions and decided that he really felt no remorse. He had been in the right, Odin the wrong. And Thor, the oaf, shouldn't have intervened. The Trickster crossed his arms moodily as he fell through the realms. He'd been falling for quite some time and was getting rather bored of it. He saw a little planet, which was somewhat mouse shaped, fast approaching and decided to go for it. He leaned and soon got pulled in by the little planet's gravity. He rocketed toward the ground with growing speed and landed in a meadow surrounded by natural walls and carpeted in lush green grass. In the center of this little valley there stood a single tower with only one entrance - a window. The place seemed boring to him so he found an exit to the valley and left.
Hours later, Loki found himself in a tavern surrounded by grim looking thugs. The tavern had an odd name for such a dirty looking place, but the trickster cared little. He was drinking away his sorrows, though this beverage didn't seem quite as alcoholic as he would have liked. As he sat in the tavern he happened to notice a piano in the corner. One of the thugs got up and sat at the piano. A beautiful melody floated across the room, which was surprising given the thug only had one hand.
"This song goes out to anyone who's ever had a dream." The thug declared.
A few of the goons in the audience cheered and Loki scoffed. He'd had a dream once.
One of the thugs approached him and sat down at the table. The Asgardian was overcome with the desire to burst into song. It could have been the mood, it could have been the realm's atmosphere, but most likely it was the drink. Without further deliberation on why he wanted to sing, Loki rose from his chair and broke into song.
"I," He bellowed, "Had a dream once!" From the corner came the wailing noise of an accordion, as if this tavern had seen more than its share of musical numbers and was well prepared for any outbreak of tune.
"I'm malicious, mean, and scary, my touch could freeze dairy, and glory-wise my praises no one sings. But despite my evil temperament and lack of love for sentiment, I've always yearned to be Asgard's king! Can't you see me on the throne performing treason? Thinking up nasty evil schemes! Yes I'd rather be called 'highness' for my creeping and my slyness, because way down deep inside I have a dream!"
The thugs cheered, though his lyrics made them cringe a bit. They continued onto the chorus of the song and Loki jumped up onto a table and belted out more.
"I have a dream, I have a dream, I just want to make my brother scream! Though I do like reading books, you can't count me with the crooks, like everybody else I have a dream!"
All through the night Loki sung with the thugs, enjoying himself greatly and getting an excruciating headache in the morning. After his time spent in the tavern, which he now recalled was called the Snugly Duckling, he stumbled back into the forest with renewed vigor for his quest to rule Asgard. Yes, he had a dream and he had every intention of fulfilling that dream through any means possible.
A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this you might also like my story Of Trolls and Jotun, which is another Disneygard parody. :)