You have been endowed with power since you were a child. Everyone who lived in 9 worlds obeyed and feared you, every being was afraid of your anger and gaze. You were given the title at birth: "Justice of the Peace." A judge who had billions of lives in his hands and only you had the right to let them die or continue to live. You also respected the laws of all the worlds, remembered them like no other, and followed them while being in one of them. Loki was the one who always stood out from all living beings, and therefore the usual court did not give results and he Alone turned to you for help. You barely agreed, because you had enough to do without it. Judgment Day, you were sitting on the throne, your golden eyes looked at literally everything. You have seen the threads of fate, all the options where this or that creature will lead. And here he is, the God of Deception, who appeared before you on his knees, bent his head to the floor and smiled faintly.

Greetings to the God of Truth. Greetings to the Justice of the Peace. I am Loki, son of Odin. I stand before you and swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth.

He says, and then raises his head. Loki immediately shudders at your gaze.