A tremor rocked the kingdom, but Loki stood with ease as the sirens began to blare. Knowing what he had to do, Loki began marching to the doors, his green cape billowing out behind him. As he opened them wide, he summoned his scepter, relishing in the swift ache he felt upon his palm as it hit there. It was a feeling of coming home, a relief of sorts. As he made his way down the winding staircases and halls of Asgard's palace, he shed all feelings and thoughts of the past. Now was not the time to dwell on what could have been, it was a time to think of what would be.