The new ruler of Midgard smirked and waved as he processed down 5th Avenue of New York City, each of his new subjects bowing as he passed. Yes, Loki Laufeyson, rejected and former prince of Asgard, had won. His giant palanquin, carried by over 20 men, was gorgeously decked out in green and gold, the new official colors of Midgard. The front curtains were pulled back, allowing the king to take in only a minute portion of what now belonged to him. He stared forward, that same determined, evil expression on his face. This is what he'd been waiting for. This was everything he wanted. This was it.
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Carmen Foxe watched as her city, her country, and her world now belonged to an alien from outer space. A fucking alien. She could barely stand to watch anymore on her tv, let alone listen to all the commotion outside. You could probably hear the noise all the way over in Queens. She watched in silent horror as everyone, these people who were supposedly proud Americans, bowed to this tyrant who stole her freedom from her. Her parents were watching it in their room, while her little brother watched it online. Who would have the conscious to stream the demise of American society online? But, for now, she was alone. Aloud to weep and pray in peace. She had never really believed in God, but whatever the hell was up there, she prayed to it to help her. Help her family. Help her country. Help her world. And help her find a way to end this.