Once Loki managed to raise his pounding head and take his surroundings in, he tried to analyse the situation. So he remembered dying by the hands of Thanos just a few minutes ago and now he was in some fancy chamber which he doesn´t recognize, but which for sure was decorated by someone with a similiar taste - dark walls in contrast to a soft grey king-sized bed and a giant closet only a few shades lighter. Although it wasn´t nearly as impressive as the chamber he had in Asgard, he found it just as cozy and felt comfortable in it.
The raven-haired slowly made his way out of the bed to prevent the already annoying pounding in his head of getting worse and moved over to one of the few windows, hoping to get a glimpse of where exactly he was. Ice and snow everywhere, the color blue dominating in every shade. A dark sky which was a huge contrast to the vibrant skies of Asgard which he still remembered so good - Jötunheim, it had to be.
"How?" The trickster asked in disbelief, frowning. Although he was glad to be alive, he couldn´t understand how, because it was simply... "Impossible!"
As he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, he recognized that his hair had gotten shorter than before he landed here. "Who would dare to-" The male was interrupted by someone knocking on the door and entering shortly after. "Prince Loki, your father expects you at dinner in a bit." A frost giant - seemingly a guard judged by his clothing, informed him with a deep bow of respect. Loki had realized by now that something wasn´t right and this only confirmed that something was definitely wrong.
judging by how serious the guard seemed, he wasn´t messing with him and even if, as the god of mischief he would´ve recognized instantly. He decided that playing along until he figured out what was going on and what to do to return would be the best for now.
"Yes, you may leave now."
With that the guard left the room - a huge relief for Loki, really. Without wasting another second, he moved over to a mirror he had spotted earlier in the room and mustered himself unsurprised. Blue skin decorated with markings labeling him as the son of Laufey, ruby eyes which stared right at him, but the same wavey black hair. His asgardian disguise was gone and he looked a few decades younger - another timeline perhaps? Loki would get answers soon, but first he would have to figure out what role he had here.
Not wanting to raise any suspicion, he left his chambers, looking for the dining halls with quick steps. It wasn´t too difficult finding them, after a couple of minutes of searching he heard some chattering and followed it.
And here he was now, confronted with his biological parent which he remembered murdering. He put on a smile as he straightened his back and lightly bowed in greeting.
And showtime!