A/N: This is an after story starting at the end of Endgame. Changes will be made, so if you don't like changes to the original cannon, this is not for you. Spoilers, Tony doesn't die, he is too funny and Morgan requires cheese burgers :)

*On the balcony of the hospital where Dr Strange and the Ancient one are in astral forms*

"... death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered. Your time is short." gazing out into the gradual line of lightning. "You would think that after all this time, I would be ready. But look at me, stretching one moment into a thousand. Just so I can watch the snow." They both stared out into the city, almost frozen in time.

A bright white light emerged from in front of them, fading away to reveal a female form suspended ahead of them. white, almost silver, hair draped down to her thighs. The left side of her head braided back, drawing the hair out of her face and those eyes. Those eyes that were fully consumed with icy blue were broken only by a slit for an iris. Her left ear beneath the braids was pointed. The plain white dress seemed to be underwater as it defied gravity. Seven white tails were fanned out behind her.

"A rare sight indeed" the ancient one said in surprise. "A Kitsune appearing as my life is about to come to an end."

"A Kitsune? Like the old japanese folklore?" confusion spread on Dr Strange's face. Said Kitsune only smiled in reply, displaying fangs. She turned to the ancient one.

"Your time among the living has come to an end, you have but one path, to pass over. But I am offering you purpose, serve me until you are ready to pass over." Offering a pale outstretched hand.

"What do you mean serve you? Who are-"

"I will serve you under one condition, you are to answer summons to Stephen Strange when he is in dire need" the Ancient one cut across him. The kitsune tilted her head.

"Very well" A glow came from his right hand, when Stephen looked down at it, there was a silver ring with a strange symbol on it. "When your need is dire, use this to summon me and I shall come." Turning back again to the ancient one she spelled out a symbol with her finger in the air made of white fire. "With this, I name thee. Come Silki"

The Ancient one disappeared in a flash and in the kitsunes hand was a golden, metal fan. Her eyes closed as if deep in thought.

"What have you done? Where is she?" he said in confusion, starting to get angry.

"We will cross paths again." She said with a knowing smile. With that, another flash, was gone. The world returned to its normal speed. Thunder reverberated through the air leaving him alone.

After this, he defeated Dormammu, then proceeded to find any scrap of information on kitsunes. There wasn't a lot but he did managed to find some useful information. From the white tails and fire, the kitsune wasn't a trickster or yoki. It was possible that it had ascended and become a deity from the number of tails he saw. In some folklore, deity's sometimes took the deceased into service as shinki or regalia. They were to serve them until released. As for the ring, it seemed to be some old forgotten language which roughly translated as

Zinira

From the brief mention of this name in a handful of stories, asking for a favour was like making a deal with the devil. It could cost you your soul.

A/N: I will probably end up doing a rewrite depending on what happens in the Loki series when I actually get round to it. But for now, sticking with this story line.

On the ship carrying the remaining people of asgard.

Loki stood in confusion. His body was on the floor. Everything seemed to be frozen. Thor was clutching onto his body. The ship was covered in purple flames. A flash came from behind him. Spinning around he was faced with a pale female. He couldn't place what she was.

"And who are you?" he said with one eyebrow raised.

"I am Zinira, a kitsune from Earth. You have passed from the living realm and I offer you purpose. To serve me." The icy blue eyes piercing through him.

"And what does that entail, exactly. "

"To obey my command and fulfill the duty of a role of my choosing."

"What happens if I refuse?"

"You pass from this realm, as do all those that live."

Loki looked at his brother thoughtful. He had failed spectacularly and it was all his fault. Turning to the woman, he said,

"If I was to agree, would you be able to save my brother?"

She inclined her head in agreement.

"Then I accept." he said hesitantly.

She drew a symbol in the air in front in white flame with her finger.

"With this, I name thee. Come, Loki."

Loki disappeared in a flash of light. In her hand was a green sheathed dagger. Her eyes flickered under closed lids. When she did open them again, she turned towards Thor, she placed a hand on his head muttering a strange language. A wave of white flame passed over him before subdued. With a flash, she was gone.