AN: Loki Potter is from sakurademonalchemist's "Tricksters and Gods" and "Pagans and Angels" stories. Thank you for creating such awesome stories.
Clock Tower, London – Time indeterminate
It was a bright and sunny day. Somehow, even within the underground Clock Tower, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. In fact, it was such a perfect day that all of the various magi holed themselves up inside their workshops and refused to leave. You see, such a perfect day was surely a sign of impending doom.
As if sensing their trepidation, a shout rang out, "Sooo…bored." And collectively, the entire clock tower shivered. The reason for this fear was that this bored individual was no minor magus, but the Wizard Marshal Zelretch himself, master of the second true magic. When he was bored, terrible things happened to his coincidental targets. In fact, the last group of people who he happened upon while bored were still in the psychological trauma ward.
Fortunately for the sanity of everyone involved, Zelretch happened upon a shaking Lord El-Melloi II. "Tell me, there must be something interesting you can think of," he demanded.
Normally, such an individual would simple pass out in fright at this point. However, Waver Velvet was far braver than most of his comrades. He had survived the deadly, and quite frankly sanity-compromising, events of the Fourth Holy Grail war and even thrived upon the lessons learned from his King. This combined with his recent musings on his friend and King, Iksander, caused him to blurt out "The Fourth War. You can mess with the Fourth War!"
Now, in conjunction with this unlikely and quite fortunate series of events, Zelretch had recently return from the Universal Troll Convention and one person stood out in his mind, the highly entertaining and capable Loki Potter. This, thanking the nervous Waver Velvet, he continued on his way, humming a jaunty tune.
In an unrelated series of events, Waver was thereafter voted the magus of the year, allowing him to gain funding to expand his somewhat-ridiculed education methods, leading to an eventual revolution in the Magus Association's practices which when combined with a series of other seemingly irrelevant events revealed thaumaturgy to the general public and issued in a new golden age of mankind (much to the annoyance of a certain golden king). However that is not important right now, what is important is the poor schmucks in the Fourth Holy Grail war and the chaos about to be unleashed.
Colorado Springs, Colorado – 1998
Loki Potter was enjoying watching the commotion at Stargate Command. Sure, there hadn't been any major issues recently, but all the ongoing missions led to amusing scenarios. Just as he was about to take relax and start playing a round of League with his various friends and Inter-Universal travelers, he felt the arrival of someone directly behind him. After immediately detecting the aura of a fellow master-troll he relaxed and asked, "Hey Zelretch, what brings you here?"
"I am so incredibly bored, but I just found an incredible method to both remove my boredom and cause some major chaos. So, Loki, you free for a while?"
"Well, I am never really needed here and if this is as entertaining as you seem to think it will be, well, I can always return here and now if something important occurs. So, what is you plan?"
"Quite simple, I want you to be a master in the Fourth Holy Grail War."
"…the one with that caster, right?"
"…"
"I thought so. Well, I'll do it. I just need you to provide me with all the information on the function of the ritual. So I can insert myself as a master. Speaking of which, I will definitely summon Caster."
"Okay…this may sting a little."
"Arrrrg, you son of a *****. That was definitely not a little sting. However, thank you for the information. Enjoy the show."
With that Zelretch left to watch the show from his office in the Clock Tower. Loki headed to his ship and informed every one of his plans before attaching the Infinity Bracelet and travelling to 1990, Fuyuki City to set up his base. After that, he would begin his preparations. This would be a grail war to remember.
AN: Sorry if the characterization is off.
