Mortals are obsessed over the idea of death. When you give them death they just run away flailing arms screaming off the top of their lungs leaving the offer on the table. Mortals are a puzzling race that, even at their not-so-finest hour, do have their moments of admiration. They can be stupid, idiots, and intelligent at the same time. You just have to admire their attempts at meeting their gods.

Not to say they have met their god already when he appeared in the flesh last year.

"It seems we agree on humanity." Came a unexpected male voice.

I looked up from the book of magic to see a man in a jump suit that was red, black, and gray.

"How did you get in my cell?" I asked.

The man rubbed his chin, contemplating.

"Hm. . . " The man said. "I thought of visiting you and here I am."

I put the book to the side on to a counter.

"Did Thanos send you?" I asked, standing up. "I am not ready for him to take my soul."

The man had a laugh.

"Why he did not," The man said. "I sent myself."

I frowned.

"Odin sent you. Didn't he?" I asked, glaring at the man.

The man shook his head,then he snapped his fingers and vanished in a white flash.

"I am no ones servant," The man's voice came from behind me. "Really, just going about the orders the continuum sent me on."

Continuum?

"Another word for realm, wanna be god." The man said.

I turned around facing the god.

"I am not a 'wanna be', I AM A GOD and you will refer to me as the prince of lies." I said.

The man frowned right back at me.

"No, no way would I refer to my counterpart that way." The man said.

"Your. . . what?" I asked, baffled.

"You are based off me, Loki," The man said, coming forward with hands behind his back. "This entire universe . . . everything . . . is fictional. . . Including I," He held up his hand preparing to snap his fingers. "For example."

In a white flash appeared a pillow with the image of myself sitting on a staircase . . . I looked a lot younger.

"Where did you get that!" I asked.

"Like I said, we are fictional and I am the very definition of god." The man said.

"WHO. ARE. YOU?" I demanded.

The man smiled.

"Q," Q said. "The all knowing, the all mighty powerful,and the teacher." I felt like I could not move. "I am a celestial being unlike you. Asgardians live for 5,000 years and age very slowly." He leaned against the wall making a apple appear in his hand. "Well, guess what. . . We outlive EVERYONE!"

There was no tell-tale signs of deceit from Q.

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

Q took a bite out of the apple.

"I am not here to humiliate you on a job terribly done," Q said. "I am here to tell you . . .You have been selected as representative of the nine realms of your universe." Q crushed the apple with his bare hands making it seem like sauce. "Since it was my fault the legend of Loki was made and a entire cinematic universe featuring you; I was naturally chosen."

"How." I said.

"Do you recall being chained to a mountain?" Q asked.

I glared at the man.

"Very much." I said.

"Ever been in the Pandorica?" Q asked.

"No." I said.

"It is very lonely in there," Q noted. "I was chained to the mountain for helping humanity discover fire! Fire! Can you believe that!"

"Unfreeze me." I said.

"Tell me, are you interested in the idea of saving the nine realms from a invasion of machines?" Q asked.

"That would be Thor's chore." I said.

"No," Q said, stepping forward toward me. He had a serious expression on his face. "Are you willing to redeem yourself in the eyes of the continuum for all the blood shed you caused in New York?"

The idea was rather tempting but . . . Could this man be such a skilled liar to get under my defenses and befriend me so he can take me to Thanos? The idea of being redeemed was rather grand. Perhaps something I could take, exchange, deal over. I had made a mistake all those years ago trying to be the hero only to nearly destroy the entire Frost Giant race. I wanted to make Odin proud. Where did that get me?

Here.

In my cell.

No matter what I did, I wouldn't get what I wanted.

So perhaps my greatest weapon could be used against me.

Forgiveness.

Much as I like to say yes, I have to say otherwise.

"No." I said.

Q smiled.

"I knew you would say that." Then Q snapped his fingers.