Loki-Cat stretched and yawned as only a God of Mischief could stretch and yawn, that is, from a stone throne in the middle of a large round chamber in the center of a city which happened to be at the heart of a Labyrinth. He looked about languidly in an eerily similar fashion to his co-ruler, the Goblin King. Loki-cat's portion of the Goblin Kingdom had been obtained during a rather well calculated bargain on his part. He donned a cat grin as he remembered the making of the great accord.
It was an ordinary day. The Goblin sovereign had, once again, trespassed into his sacred, albeit small, domain. The God of Mischief was quite fed up with Fairy King's impositions upon his hospitality and had banished the imp from his presence forevermore. The king, after all, was no more than a petty monarch, while Loki-Cat, well he was God. A God could only deal with so much.
The great Flamboyant One had attempted to best the small God of Mischief in a staring duel. The Fairy King underestimated his opponent, it is no secret that cats rarely blink. Once he, the Goblin King, accepted his defeat at the paws of the almighty Loki-Cat, he realized that he must bend to the iron will of his better. The King of Goblins, for some unforeseen reason, would not be parted from the feebleminded slave girl that Loki-Cat kept around for certain duties, the most important being that of dispensing the sacred food of the god's which happened to reside in an infernal can that no amount of batting around could open. Loki-Cat shook his furry head; Oh what he would give for a set of thumbs.
Therefore, in a very magnanimous gesture, Loki-Cat offered to pass on full ownership of said feebleminded slave girl to the Ostentatious Faeman for the small price of half his kingdom. Victory shone from the eyes of the small deity as the insipid monarch agreed to the terms and that same victorious light gleamed from his bright amber eyes as he looked over all the glory that surrounded him.
A few scattered black feathers were all that remained of several denizens who once haunted the throne room. Loki-Cat had quickly dispensed cat-god justice to them. The goblins now knew to avoid the throne room as well. At first they had taken great liberties with his Royal Almightyness. He had endured their 'ohhhs' and 'awwws' at his holy presence with exulted grace. However, he would not...DID NOT...tolerate their grubby, nasty, sticky, little appendages to touch him. They had tried, not that he could blame them, for he was beautiful to behold, with fur that could put the great black ravens of the All-Father to shame. He licked a sleek paw with all the reverence that a cat-god could possess and snarled at the memory of the claws of that paw tearing into goblin flesh. It wasn't easy being beautiful.
Now the throne room belonged solely to him and he began to make plans; wicked cat-god plans. Why should he be satisfied with only half a kingdom? The Gaudy One, he had witnessed, often took the form of a large feathered creature. One day very soon...grinned Loki-Cat...he would decorate his throne room with a bushel of white feathers. He snickered and chuckled to himself as he curled up into a cute, little, fuffy ball and dreamed of the day when all Underground would fear his name.
Meanwhile, the feebleminded former slave girl and the Flamboyant One chatted pleasantly about their upcoming New Years Ball with no idea that nefarious kitty schemes were afoot.
Just in case you didn't have anything better to do with yourselves then read about treacherous cat-gods. I really like the word 'afoot.'