The fall felt endless. Countless universes. Countless stories. Countless realities. Each shattering like glass as you crashed into them, falling in and out of the multiverse.

Finally, it felt like you hit rock bottom. Literally.

The landing was imperfect, and even worse, painful. You struggle to breathe as you sit up, gathering yourself. You look around, scoping out the world you'd fallen into. And it was... nothing like what you expected.

The sky was red, blinking with a thousand stars. The galaxy felt empty. Desolate. Suddenly, the floor you were on jerked forward. It was a ship, you realized. You tried to get up, but your hands stayed bound behind your back. No way to escape.

That's when the sliding doors opened. No doubt your captors here to visit you. But when you saw exactly who it was that had you trapped... your heart stopped.

He stood there, wearing the grin you were so familiar with. Only now, it seemed almost mocking. Dressed in black and green, rather than his usual gold, Loki knelt beside you, looking into your eyes. There wasn't a single flicker of recognition in them. Only curiosity.

"So," He sighs deeply, his gaze almost studying you. "This is who father has taken such an interest in."