Loki: Here you have it; the second reply from the Billionare genuis which is brought to you by user ric .oola . 127 once more.
ric . oola . 127 : Playboy.
Loki: Come again, mortal?
ric . oola . 127: Billionare Genius Playboy. Get that straight in your head, you puny god.
Loki: I will...unless you stop calling me puny god.
ric . oola . 127: Like that will ever happen.
Loki: ...
ric . oola .127: Enjoy my letter, reader.
Loki: Mine as well; you mortal reader, you.
Loki,
You are my king and I shall kneel.
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Ha-ha I can't say that with a straight face.
Good joke really, Mister Laughyson.
Is it Laughyson or Laufailson?
Whatever the case, you offering yourself as "sacrifice" as Earth's figurehead is laughable.
But, there's nothing wrong with dreaming.
Unless of course that dream becomes an annoyance or bothersome.
Then we'll just have to do something about it.
Ruling over us humans is too laughable.
More in a sense that we the people already have our figureheads and government, but we have them to a degree that we like.
That we are comfortable with.
The U.S.A particularly is the best example of a good balance of power and control.
You want to be the best Loki?
Get the people to love you.
Give them what they really want and need, that way being not what you "see" or think they do.
You're smart, but you don't have heart and are otherwise selfish.
Just like Thor used to be, so he tells me.
Don't be stupid, Loki.
Really think about the consequences to your actions.
Prison gives you tons of time doesn't it?
I know it did for me.
Now, about that drink.
Unfortunately, can't send you any.
What I was able to do was send you a little package this letter should be attached to. Most likely the guards to make sure the package isn't anything illegal tore up the pretty wrapping.
Can you guess what's inside?
If not, I'll tell you.
It's shwarma.
So, is it any better than this "Hulk Sludge" you are absolutely head over, and excuse the phrase, heels for?
You should send me some so that I may try it for myself.
Or show Bruce if anything.
Looking forward to your reply,
Tony Stark
Do you find this to be amusing, Mister Stark?
Is poking fun at a stranger's name what you puny mortals refer to humor?
Witnessing how the helpless residents of your planet cower and shrink helplessly before the very presence of a God, now that is truly comical.
How even the tiniest of misunderstandings between the "All Mighty Avengers" can scramble with their mind and it often results to them unleashing the rage that is bigger than themselves upon their so-called "allies"; this is true comedy indeed.
In other words, I find this name changing system not amusing to me at all.
Throughout your everlasting knowledge and experience Mr. Stark, I know that you have not yet witnessed the reign a true successful ruler; that is the sole reason as to why you find the rule over humans to be insane.
Every man who has adopted any other sort of leadership title upon your fellow Midgardians has failed terribly to govern only but a measly portion of your planet, now why would that be?
I will tell you why because you mortals are all exactly the same.
You are all puny people who share the same motive in life; the purpose in which all mortals live their life is by trying to prove oneself superior to the rest.
Although every monarch, duke, tsar, dictator and president considers himself to be higher authority upon the people it governs; they are really no more significant than a peasant begging for food.
This president of yours; he possess the same anatomy as you, the same crimson red blood flows through his veins as well as yours, he is kept alive by the same drumming heart as yours; what makes him superior to you?
Nothing, they are just puny people just like you who were given the struggle of coping with a job that is much to big for their little hands to handle; whatever made them think that they had the potential to rule?
I find THAT to be absolutely laughable, Mr. Stark.
You and I both know that the purposes one strives for will not be handed to you by the simple act of dreaming, mortal; therefore dreaming holds special significance to me none.
I will also admit nor consider to any mistakes for I have done none.
No matter what ideology you may have or may persuade into other mortals' minds; I am a suitable king so fight it no more.
As you may already know, I am a God therefore have natural supremacy upon you; which will make me a suitable monarch of Midgard.
Once you accept that…in your heart; you shall find peace within you and your pathetic little planet.
Thor may tell you many things; although he speaks to you not about the things that he may not want you to know.
Has he told you that he was responsible for my plummet down to the abyss?
I think not.
After Thor rebelled against father's word, Allfather was furious and punished him in the worst possible way by turning him into a mortal as well as banish him to your measly planet.
In regards to his son's utter stupidity, Allfather became quite ill as he handed the throne of Asgard to me.
After that, I traveled to Midgard and found my dim witted brother under the possession of S.H.I.E.L.D, from there I specifically informed that gigantic oaf that the throne had fallen to me and there was nothing he would do to change things regarding his banishment.
Being as envious as he knows he is, Thor grew intensely mad at this; therefore he knew exactly what he must do.
Since Allfather would not have handed him the throne while I was still present; he developed a plan that would result in me disappearing from the face of Asgard.
And that is just he did what he did; without feeling any remorse whatsoever he carelessly shoved me off the colorful bridge that lead to the realms without as much of an explanation as to why he did it.
Aware that I would return soon to claim the throne that was rightfully mine; the large oaf made my chances of coming back microscopic by destroying the only available entrance there is into Asgard, the Bifrost.
With my existence no longer present in Asgard, the Allfather had no choice but to hand over the throne to Thor who remains quite content with himself by feeling superior to me and those around him.
Is he not but the cruelest creature ever to step on your planet, mortal?
Not only that, he is also a talented liar.
Surely, he has all of you fooled with the stories he has probably spoken with you about me but I can assure you that they are all lies that have been brewed up by the envy and hatred he feels upon me.
So, if I were you I would listen not to any words spoken by that gigantic oaf, Thor.
As for the Shwarma you have delivered to me.
Yes, it was unwrapped when I received it but nonetheless it has survived quite the long trip.
I must admit my eyes shimmered brightly gazing upon such delicacy, such beauty.
Once I sank my canines into it for the first time; I knew that I have become passionately infatuated for the very first time.
I wish for it to last longer so I have only agreed to take but one small bite a day and continue to save the rest.
It is far too delicious to be consumed in a day's worth.
I guess I should be thankful but in reality, I find it extremely hard to believe that you would be capable of sending a great desire to your "enemy".
I know that asking for your sincerity would be asking for too much but you must tell me, was this is a little plan proposed to you by that little woman of yours?
Surely, you were not the one who wanted to do this in the first place, I know you far too well.
Besides, only a woman is blind enough to strongly believe that the act of being giving to others would somehow soften the enemy in result of burying the hatchet as well.
Be sure to let Miss Pepper Potts know that her little plan has failed utterly, all right?
For I have not softened up to you, mortals and I plan to.
Speaking once more of delicacies, I managed to sneak some Hulk Sludge from the cafeteria this morning.
I know the wrapping may not be the best, but what can I do?
I cannot exactly find velvet wrapping in a prison, now can I?
Oh, and I have supplied you with a good amount of Hulk Sludge for you to share with your Avenger buddies, there will be a need for fuss because there are unequal portions.
I can already imagine just how angry Dr. Banner would be if he were to receive a lesser portion than Clint…
Eheheheh…
Anywho, I am quite curious to know how things are in Midgard.
How are you and Miss Pepper Potts doing lately?
Have you constructed any hot new invention I need to be concerned about?
Are robbers still heavily committed to their crimes, are murderers still on their usual killing spree and are continents still being intoxicated with atomic bombs?
What about that little dispute you had with your best friend, the man who has been frozen for at least 80 years?
When was the last time his fist met your metallic suit, Mister Stark?
Well…now all I must do is wait; for I have nothing else to do.
Loki
God of Mischief