The great wizard and the God of Mischief touch down on an old ship yard. Loki starts leading the way, and Tom can't help but ask, "What are we looking for?" Then he cringes, "and what's that bloody drumming?"

Loki chuckles, "It's not what we're looking for, it's who we're looking for." Then he rubs his head, "Must be something to do with this dimension."

Tom rolls his eyes, "Fine, then who are we looking for?" He cringes again as the drumming gets louder.

"As I told you, we're gathering some of the most powerful beings in some of the most powerful universes. This man is one of the last two of his kind. He was able to destroy the world within about a week. It stayed like that for about a year."

"What do you mean only a year?"

"Somebody defeated him, the other last of his kind. You see, he's insane, so he didn't plan it out very well," Loki's lips form into a smirk. "But now, he'll have us to help."

A man approaches him. He's wearing old sweats and has very light blonde hair. To any other suspecting civilian, there would be something unsettling about him. But that didn't bother the two, of course.

The man stops in front of them, "Who are you?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

The smirk still on his face, Loki replies. "My name is Loki, God of Mischief, and this," He points to Tom. "Is Tom Riddle, one of the greatest and most powerful wizards of all time."

This causes the blonde-haired man to cackle, "Loki? Like from the comic books Loki? And Voldemort? Are you kidding me?"

The smirk slowly slides off of The God's face and Tom quickly pulled out his wand and screams at the being, "Crucio!"

He tenses up and clenches his teeth, clearly in unbearable pain from the unforgiveable curse, but still holds himself upright. But after about a minute or so, Tom stops the spell and the man lets out a huge sigh of release. "Okay,.. I … believe you … two," He replies breathing heavily. Then he looks at the pained look on their faces and smirks, "Oh, you hear… it too, don't you?"

Tom is the one who smiles this time, but ignores the question, "Well, thank you for finally coming to your senses you bloody bra-"

Loki puts a hand on Tom's shoulder, "It's alright, I'll deal with this."

"What do you want from me?" The man asks.

"I'm gathering a little group. A group of extraordinary people, to help me take over man-kind, but not in this universe, no, every universe." Loki says proudly.

"Oh, I like the sound of that."

"I thought you would, Harold Saxon," The God approaches him and whispers in his ear. "But we both know, Time Lord, that's not your real name, is it?"