"Here's your meal of the day, sir." The Asgardian soldier said mockingly as he placed the stale bread in front of the prisoner. "Enjoy, your highness."
Bowing in mock respect, the guard was taken by surprise when a sharp blow landed upon his head. Crumpling to the ground, he looked around dazed. "But I thought you were...over there..."
The figure in the back of the cell flickered until it disappeared. Instead, a young man with a crafty look on his face stood right at the front of the cell. "Oh, but you have forgotten my friend. They don't call me the god of illusion and mischief for nothing."
He proceeded to then grab the cell keys from the man's belt. Whistling a merry tune, the convict set about unlocking the cell, the metal door making a loud creak it swung open. The detainee casually strolled out of his prison, in which he had been locked in for three years, stretching all the while.
"Oh, what a joy to be out of there. It's been such a long time."
"Hey you! What do you think you are doing?" Three large armoured figures walked briskly down the hallway, wielding large swords.
"Oh my." The prisoner said, sighing. "I have missed this." And with a snap of his fingers, he was shifting, changing...Within seconds, the thin dark-haired young man had transformed into a huge, hulking blonde warrior, wielding a giant hammer. He turned around.
"What is it you seek of me, my friends?" He asked the three approaching Asgardians, who stopped suddenly in their tracks to kneel.
"Oh, Thor-We-we apologize. We thought you were someone else. Forgive us, mighty one." They stammered out, obviously embarrassed.
Loki grinned inwardly. Fools.
"Imposter! Seize the imposter!"
Another huge blonde man came running down the hall, not seeming to be very happy. In fact, he seemed to be quite unhappy. "Loki! I will kill you for this!" He roared.
The shapeshifter felt his heart sink. The three soldiers looked back and forth between him and Thor, the raging man.
"Uh...what do you mean?" He said, trying to act natural. "'I'm the real Thor!"
It didn't take the warriors very long to figure out who the real Thor was. "After him!" They screamed, brandishing their weapons.
The shapshifter, Loki, turned and ran down the other side of the hallway, attackers in pursuit.
"Be that way." He grumbled. "Can't they take a joke?"
Vworp! Vworp! Vworp!
A strange noise caused the chase to skid to a halt. Suddenly, a blue police box materialized in front of the stunned Asgardians, and the vworp's died off. Loki was the quickest to recover. It was his only chance! He ran straight ahead and burst into the strange vehicle, slamming the door behind him.