The Fallen Prince

Okay, but that was a massive mistake.

Well, not entirely, but I didn’t have the infinity stones to cause damage, but, yes, they were in my possession.

Either way, NOT a good sign to the Avengers.

You see, long story short, I was now bound up in chains and sat on a chair with six crazy people pointing all different sorts of weapons at me.

Not a very good welcome, especially to royalty.

“The Stones, trickster. Now. Don’t make me ask twice.”

I raised an eyebrow at the bearer of the slick voice, a voice that rumbled with the power of truth, honour and patriotism. It made me want to have a rousing discussion of the same.

Of course not, I’m just kidding.

It’s just a shame that he couldn’t see the notorious smirk under my muzzle.

I shot my eyes down, straight - at the muzzle embedded with Asgardian runes made to render me defenceless and powerless. It shimmered in the faint sunlight that filtered in through the glass windows of the tower, stinging my blue orbs with pain as I gently rolled my eyes and looked away.

“Brother, don’t make me make you talk -“

“Thor, no, we can’t.”

“We need those stones, we can’t risk this.”

“I’ll give you the stones but, you won’t have him, he’s Asgard’s prisoner, not yours.”

I sneaked a look as they continued arguing, the light blue stone locked away in my pockets glowing a faint blue, creeping into my eyes as it spread through them.

“Fight, my Avengers,” I thought.

“Amuse me until these wretched chains wrapped around me can.”

Just then, a hand reached into the pocket and yanked the stones out, my eyes fading back to their normal hue.

“Steve, just take the stones and let’s go, let’s give him to Thor, we needn’t fight as such.”

That’s just wonderful. The agent couldn’t have waited for this to get good, could she have?

I was forcefully yanked up and the muzzle was pulled off.

“Mind what you say next, Brother, or it’ll be the last you ever do.”

“...This was immensely fun. Honestly, how do you people -”

Absolutely, the muzzle was snapped right back on as I was heaved into the lift, carried down slowly through the many floors of the tower.

Simultaneously, I could hear their large green ally make his way rather loudly down the stairs.

“Right.” I thought, recalling him.

No, not a fan of his.

As we stepped out the escalator, I wound up right in front of a mass array of heavily armed guards, that too yanked me out onto the ground of Stark Tower.

I was trudged along the path, as the agent walked slowly and tepidly in front of me, the stones in her hands shimmering again.

Suddenly, they stopped.

They were talking to someone...

I was pulled to a stop in front of the many armed guards.

The agent seemed to now be retaliating, and the stones slipped, much to her distraction.

Oh, great.

Wait a minute...

I glanced down quickly, eyeing the stones hungrily as I heaved them up into my palm.

The guards didn’t notice, so I pressed them with all the might in my being, feeling the magic channel through my veins.

I was yanked into another dimension, the last thing I saw being a void of smoke and blue energy and the first me covered in grainy specks of sand.

When I did, however, register what was going on, I was being yanked into an elevator.

“You’re taking me somewhere to -”

“No, I’m taking you someplace to talk.”

“Well, I don’t like to talk.”

“But you do like to lie, which you just did; because we both know you love to talk.”

“...How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know. Time travels differently here in the TVA.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll catch up.”

“Welcome to the TVA, Prince of Asgard.”