Asgard, in all its starry peacefulness. Loki, in all his mischievous playfulness. The infamous god of mischief has one goal in mind: killing his older brother Thor. While hundreds of years spanned their age difference, they were both children, around thirteen years old in human years.
Thor is the god of thunder. It is important to note that they are Asgardians, not really gods, but their power is immense.
Thor's power wasn't just thunder and summoning lightning with his mighty hammer Mjlonir; he had power in his heart, the power to be kind, benevolent, and sacrificial.
Loki wasn't like that. He was sneaky, mischievous, and loved playing pranks. He wanted the throne of Asgard, which Thor was more likely to inherit from their father Odin, but his heart was not right for the place.
Mentalities aside, Thor was always being favored in everything over Loki. He always had the better weapon in the battle, the better words for the better girl, the better chances to advance his education. Clearly, Thor was the favorite, and Loki wasn't having any of it.
It's not that Loki's parents were unloving; in fact, his mother, Frigga, taught him sorcery, hoping to make his power comparable to that of Thor's.
One night, while Thor slept peacefully in his bed under the soft Asgardian covers, Loki snuck up to the bed, intent on murdering his brother. From his right hand behind his back, he makes a dagger from nothing, chuckling to himself in his assumed victory. As he thrusts the sword at Thor, he jabs it into Thor's heart, waking Thor, who screams in pain.
"Brother…" Thor moans, "... why?"
"There can only be me," Loki replies. "This is my glorious purpose. To take the throne of Asgard and rule among the galaxies under my foot. The spot that YOU [he pushes the dagger deeper into Thor] were NEVER meant to have."
Within seconds, Thor dies, his body giving out without a heart to keep it alive.
Loki wraps Thor's corpse in the bloody covers and carries it quietly over the Rainbow Bridge, undetected in the dark and silence of night. As he gets nearer and nearer the Bifrost, he becomes quieter, hoping to not alert Heimdall to his attention. About fifty meters/yards away from the Bifrost, he throws the bundle of Thor over the bridge into the waters, watching it be dumped over the edge of the world to meet its fate in the dead of space.
Behind Loki, a rectangle opens in the air. A woman steps through it and onto the Bridge, clad in all black with armor and a helmet. Behind her is a man dressed the same way and another man in a suit-and-tie, sporting a mustache.
"Who are you people?" Loki asks. "What is this?"
"Loki Laufeyson," the woman declares, "On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline."
Loki scoffs, smiling in amusement and confusion. "First of all, it's Odinson," Loki corrects, "so you might want to get your facts straight before you arrest me. Secondly, I'm a god of Asgard. You can't arrest a god."
"Actually, we can," the woman says, grabbing a collar of sorts.
Loki draws a dagger from nothingness, ready to fight. "What do you want from me?" He asks worriedly, the edge of the Bridge behind him and no way of escape apparent.
"I want you to see this," the woman answers, holding out the collar. "It's okay. It's safe. We're here to help you. We're sent from Valhalla."
"Valhalla…?" Loki repeats in a whisper. He then asks, "how do I know you're not here to lead me to Hel?"
"See this," the woman pleads, holding out the collar. "This is our proof."
Loki, skeptical, holds his hand out for the collar hesitantly. As the woman is about to place it in his hand, she suddenly jumps and wraps the collar around his neck. As Loki tries to punch her, the woman presses a button on a remote, making Loki move at 1/16 speed.
"That never gets old," the woman laughs.
"Great job, B-15," the mustached man compliments. "Our first Loki. This is exciting. Thanks for inviting me to watch."
"You've done so much for the TVA, you deserved the right to watch, Mobius," B-15 responds.
The man drags Loki through the window in space into the lobby of an office building of sorts.
A man at the desk holds a clipboard out to B-15, greeting, "Hello, Ma'am. Please sign this."
B-15 signs the paper on the clipboard as the man takes Loki to another room.
"What is this place?" Loki asks in fear.
"This is the TVA, now shut up," the man answers.
Inside the room is a machine, which Loki tries to put a dagger through, but his magic doesn't work. He thrusts his hand forward, but nothing happens. Within moments, the machine puts him into a beige/orange prison uniform.
The next thing Loki knows, he's in a room where a desk has a large stack of paper on it. Behind the paper is a man, who tells Loki, "please sign to verify that this is everything you've ever said."
"What if I decline?" Loki responds.
A printer prints a piece of paper that the man puts on top of the already-big stack. "This, too," he adds. "Look, kid, my shift ends in ten minutes, so please just sign the papers."
His young heart still somewhat sympathetic (as sympathetic as a Loki can be), Loki signs the papers.
He is then taken to a room with an Earthly metal detector. The man in the room asks Loki to confirm he has a soul and is not a robot.
"What if I am a robot, but I just don't know it?" Loki asks apprehensively.
"The shift change is in ten minutes, just walk through," the man implores.
After Loki walks through he is in a room with a winding line to a theater-ticket-window of sorts. He is given a ticket, which he takes with confusion as Miss Minutes explains what's going on and why he's there. At the window, his case is taken to the front of a courtroom with 6 people in it, the most important being Ravonna Renslayer, who is looking at papers on the desk in front of her judge's seat at the front of the room, ahead of Loki.
"Laufeyson," she proclaims, "Variant L1101, AKA Loki Laufeyson, is charged with sequence violation 7-43-02." She looks up from the papers and asks, "How do you plead?"
Loki chuckles. "Madam," he addresses, "a god doesn't plead. Am I guilty? Well, yes. Guilty of taking my rightful place at the throne of Odin over Asgard. Guilty of doing what was RIGHT for me to take that spot. Guilty of killing Thor to get that. Guilty of—"
"Just shut up," Renslayer interrupts. "I've heard enough. Prune him."
Loki turns around to see Hunter C-20 behind him, holding a pruning stick. As Loki tries to grab a dagger to fight, nothing happens, and the end of the pruning stick touches his chest. He vaporizes.
He wakes up in the back of a pickup truck in a wrecked parking lot under a cloudy sky. Off in the distance is a dragon, made of storm clouds. Rightly panicking, Loki gets out of the truck, running away from the dragon and into a grassy field. A small rising in the field has a hole in it, inside of which is an underground apocalypse bunker, empty, dirty, and abandoned, but spacious and well-lit.
After around a full day of hiding in the hotel, Loki is understandably hungry. He ventures out, seeing a pile of broken buildings off in the distance. The monster is nowhere to be seen.
When he gets to the broken buildings, he finds a convenience store, labelled with the word "Roxxcart." Inside is all the food he could want. After eating five hams and ten boxes of Fruity Pebbles, he grabs a drink: a juice box, filled with orange-flavored sugary liquid. Instantly, this becomes his drink of choice. He decides to hide out in the store for a while, hoping to stay safe from whatever dangers lurk out there.
Inside, he has all the food and drink he needs, plus a bathroom. However, after a week in this paradise, he hears the monster lurking outside. Knowing he must take action, he grabs as many juice boxes as his arms can hold and makes a run for the bunker, not knowing where else to go and deciding that the bunker is far enough from the store to be safe. Quickly, he dashes for the bunker, making it with time to spare, unseen by the behemoth.
Over the next month, Loki returned to the broken city numerous times, grabbing whatever he wanted for his underground kingdom. A velvet throne, some outdoor Christmas decorations, and some seats, in case he ever got the chance to entertain. Constantly, orange juice boxes and Fruity Pebbles were collected. Fortunately, Roxxcart had plenty of both in stock.
Exploring the warehouse, Loki found some candy, labelled "Kablooie." He pocketed as much as he could, reserving that for any days when he felt like he was having a rough go of it, or in case he found a little kid who might enjoy some.
One day, Loki found a rival inside the store. The man he found was an adult with a clean shave and long black hair. He wore the famous Loki crown upon his head and a tattered suit with a button, calling the seer to "Vote for Loki." He was pouring some Fruity Pebbles into a bowl and substituting milk with an orange juice box.
"Who are you?" Kid Loki asks, wanting to know who is stealing his precious resources. "What do you want?"
"Why, I'm the President of the United States, fair and square," the stranger answers, "and now, I'm the president of this store. I, too, have faced the TVA. And I stole this." He whips out a Tempad, showing it off in its time-travelling glory to Kid Loki. "That makes ME the superior Loki."