ASGARDLoki's Performance TheatreA tall, grim looking man wheeled a large man onto the stage on what was a table-sized gurney.
"Quick!" He yelled.
"My husband is pregnant and he's about to burst in any moment."The voluminous man groaned in agony as he rubbed his stomach.
"Get this baby out of me!"A dashing man in a bleach-blonde wig waltzed on stage in response to their cries.
"Oh my! Right away! Though, we might have to do a c-section. Will that be okay?"The pregnant man's eyes widened in genuine surprise and hopped off the gurney and turned to the audience.
"Forgive me, my Lord, but I refuse to go on any longer. For one, Meredith Grey isn't even that kind of doctor, and secondly, I'm tired of being typecast because of my belly."A loud sigh escaped the lips of a skinny man dressed in a green elfish outfit and echoed throughout the theatre.
"First you complained about being the Chief of Police past his prime and now this. If you don't want to be typecast, Volstagg, you'd lose that weight and get back to your staggeringly perfect days. You don't see Fandral complaining about always playing the woman.""I actually don't look or feel too bad in these wigs." Fandral responded.
"This is a waste of time," Volstagg's stage husband muttered.
"We wouldn't be doing this if the All-father hadn't sent Thor to Midgard as a babe.""What was that, Hogun?" Their director asked before disappearing and reappearing on stage next to him.
"My brother is alive and has been on Midgard all this time?""Yes and no, my Lord. He's only been on Midgard these past twenty years living as a mortal unaware of his true lineage." Hogun answered with slight hesitation.
"Interesting. You three are dismissed for today."The three warriors turned actors departed the stage feeling defeated and uneasy about the future with their prince now learning about what had happened to his brother so long ago. Fandral shook his head at Hogun as they walked out of the back exit.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the careless and loose-lipped one. We need to alert the All-father that Prince Loki knows.""Wouldn't he already know?" Volstagg asked as the door closed behind them.
METROPOLISDonald Blake woke up next to a woman whose name he had already forgotten. After busting a drug trafficking operation by a criminal gang running out of Suicide Slum, the 100, Donald ended up cooling off in a bar named Ace O'Clubs while still in his Thor hoodie. Despite it taking a lot for him to get drunk he really enjoyed drinking, but what he enjoyed more was being around the people. Despite being a year younger than the legal age, the owner of the bar allowed him to drink there. The older gray-haired man was named Bibbo and welcomed Donald there ever since he stopped some thugs from trashing the place. Bibbo in some ways was like a second father to Donald and even gave him some pointers from his days as a boxer. One night when he did actually manage to get drunk he confessed to Bibbo that he was the mysterious hero the Daily Planet had been writing about. He of course didn't believe him, but ever since then he felt safe there.
Donald walked over to the chair in the young woman's room where he left his clothes and started getting dressed. He wanted to leave before she got up. He didn't like that awkward after morning exchange.
BOOM!The sound of the explosion reverberated throughout the whole room waking Donald's one night stand in the process.
"Donald? What was that?" The woman asked as she sat up groggily to see that he was no longer there and her window was open.
An airplane was currently crashing over Metropolis with a hole in its cargo hold and a damaged engine from the explosion. Thankfully the suppression systems in the cargo hold put out the fire before it spread or caused more problems, but the same couldn't be said for the engine. There was a mass panic on board as people began to put on their oxygen masks and pray to the whatever god they served for someone or something to interfere and save them.
A brave soul looked out the window to see a hooded man flying next to their airplane. Were their prayers being answered or was he the cause of this? They got their answer when his hood pulled back to show him inhaling deeply before flying in front of the engine to douse the fire with his super cooled breath.
Donald called on his power over the weather to manipulate the winds to slow the plane's descent and carry it to the airport's runway. The plane dropped its landing gear once they hovered over the runway and was able to land safely. Donald smiled as he heard the sounds of cheering and tears of joy from the passengers and staff of the plane. This was the perfect way for him to start his morning. He didn't want to wait around for them to depart the plane. He didn't care for the glory. He was just glad that people were safe. He decided to leave it to the authorities to figure out what happened in the cargo hold.
LONDONWinslow Schott's Flat"DAMMIT! DAMN YOU, DUNHILL! DAMN YOU, THOR!" Winslow Schott yelled as he destroyed everything in his living room that he could get his hands on. He had been planning this assassination for months all for it to be ruined by a loser in a hoodie. Walter Dunhill was an arms manufacturer who ruined his life by killing his wife, Mary. She was lifelike doll that he made for himself, but she and his love for her was real and Dunhill snatched her away from him all because he didn't want to make weapons for him. All Winslow wanted to do was make toys, but that wasn't enough. The evil people of the world wanted him to make weapons. He didn't want to take innocent lives. Even if he wasn't the most sociable person he still cherished life. But Dunhill stole that from him too and now this hero stole his one chance at revenge and salvation.
Winslow collapsed to the floor in defeat and started crying.
"Why'd you have to save him? Why'd you have to snatch away my retribution? You're not a god. You're just some show off in a hoodie." He wiped away his snot with his sleeve and dropped his head to the floor.
"What will I do now?""Called for a god?" A voice asked. Was Winslow hearing voices now? He looked up to see a man in a strange green outfit sitting on his couch.
"This place is a mess. Where are your servants?"Winslow was too mentally weak to run away or fight back against this stranger who just appeared in his home.
"Who are you?"Loki's lips curled into a devious smile.
"A friend."