The Trickster God
The Ancient One
"How does a conversation between one that knows everything and one that sees everything go?" The young man before me asks. "I mean, I don't know everything and you don't see everything, but still… You knew I was coming." I raise an eyebrow.
"And you knew I would know"
"And you knew I would know that you knew I would know. And now I know we are not getting anywhere, I just confused myself with that one. When will Friends be a thing?"
I wasn't young, I was Sorcerer Supreme. Yet, I have never imagined meeting a mythology figure. I knew of his existence. Five hundred years ago a book on sorcery was written, in a language that can only be seen in English, a strange one, it didn't fit its period. The author, Loki.
The age of Vikings was at its peak, legends of gods were raising. Between them, the God of Mischief and Magic. Stories of a young god that could do amazing weapons appear out of thin air. That could disappear from one place and appear in another one. All that power used to make his brother, the strong God of Thunder, look stupid and dazzle beautiful people.
I read the book when I was young, its insights on sorcery was something never seen before. At first, I thought "how can someone possibly know this much about a science that just began to reach its full potential". Then, it hit me they're not from this world. I started to study Norse mythology. I compared the data from myths to what we knew of the cosmos. It was clear then "we were never alone".
"Are you ancient yet?" Loki asked me
"That is not something you ask a lady."
Time is a fickle thing, But it was clear the young man was anything but young. He could be a thousand years old, yet he had the face of a teenager. I know that he has knowledge of things yet to come, but I couldn't tell how. It is unlikely that being from outer space gives you future insight, but again, I had future insight and for him I was from outer space.
"But to answer you, no, I am not ancient in yet" I tell him "For your first question, it's quite simple, if you ask questions I'll answer them to the best of my abilities and, in turn, if I ask a question you will answer to the best of your abilities."
"Nothing but fair" He answers with a smile. "For the record, I am glad you're an old bald lady, not an old bald dude with a beard, I would have been screwed."
I don't know what he means by that, I also don't know what a record is, maybe one day I'll find out.
"You already have the time Stone, where did you get it, or should I say when did you get it?" Loki asked.
"We call it the Eye of Agamotto, it was already here when I became a student, I am the only one with access to its power. There's only one book about it, it doesn't tell us where it was before here, but it says that, what you call a time stone, is as old as the universe itself."
"The Time Stone, not a time stone. And you're correct, it is as old as the universe, because it was created before the beginning of it. Before creation itself, there were six singularities. Then the universe exploded into existence, and the remnants of these systems were forged into concentrated ingots... Infinity Stones. These stones can only be brandished by beings of extraordinary strength, so they are put inside objects that enable normal beings to control a fraction of their power. The eye of agamotto is one of them." He says in, for the first time, a serious tone.
"We use relics to control all of our sorcery. Mainly, what we call, sling rings. I don't see you using any sort of conductor. How is that possible?" I genuinely ask.
" Well, people didn't call us gods for nothing. Humans are, in fact, weak compared to others in the universe. We are physically stronger and faster, but what humans don't have in that area, you make up for it in genius and madness." Loki responds, coming back to his cheery tone.
I can't say he is different from what I expected because he's not. The stories about the God of Mischief always portray him as a happy and somewhat insane young man, that was spot on. He is good at telling stories, like he enjoys it. He was dressed in black leather, with a gold armor adorning his shoulders, knees and boots. His velvet cape was of a dark green. The helmet, with two horns in it, he had come in with, was nowhere to be found. It had vanished as we sat down.
"Hah, I came to the conclusion that I still don't know your name. When I came in here I was expecting to meet you, I didn't expect you to not have the Ancient One Title yet, though. How unbefitting a prince. How may I address you?"
"You may call me Yao."
"Nice to make your acquaintance Yao, I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief and Magic. Our friendship will be legen- wait for it- dary, legendary!"
He is a strange one.
A/N
I got scared, someone said they'd find and kill me, they go by "Justanotherfan", so I wrote another chapter. The internet is dark and full of insane people. JK.
To the "Loser Stuck In Memory Lane", sure, I have no plans whatsoever for this story, so I could always go there.
"lucavento", I know not the meaning of "nc".
I'll say to " ILoveBlueAndRice" something I haven't said to my mother, I love your support. Just don't look forward to anything, I might disappoint you.
Again, I have no idea of where I am or where I am going. Writing is easy, writing something good is not, but I'll do my best, or like, 73% of my best.