Odin rested his head in his hands. Despite being immortal and ageless, the All-father suddenly felt very, very old.

"Loki, tell me again exactly what you did."

The god of mischief squirmed a bit as Odin's single eye bored into him.

"As I said, my lord, I simply imbued a number of midgardians with a small fragment of my power. You and the others seemed to have lost your taste for my jokes and japes, so I decided to... outsource, shall we say."

He was smiling, Odin realized. By the nine realms, the misbegotten little sot was actually proud of himself.

"Loki, I fear that I have been far too tolerant of your foolishness in the past."

"Tolerant?" the trickster growled, a hint of real anger entering his voice. "You chained me to a rock for an Age. With a serpent drooling on my face. How strangely you choose to show your 'tolerance,' All-father."

"And yet you have learned nothing!" The god of gods rose to his feet, his fury at least unrestrained. "I had hoped to teach you some measure of foresight, of introspection! Suffering is the surest path to Wisdom, Loki, I of all beings know that well. And now..."

Odin deflated, his fire replaced with exhaustion ten thousand years in coming.

"And now I fear we shall all become very wise indeed."

"I... I don't understand. "

"Of course you don't, child. You never did have the patience for the mortals. They were the briefest of playthings for you. A moment of amusement, and then you were on to your next caper. You never learned to understand them. I have."

The god of mischief waited nervously.

"If you place a shovel in the hands of a mortal, he will carve out a river. Give him an axe, he will fell a forest. Give him a hammer, and he will raise a mighty hall. It will take them years, a lifetime, tens of lifetimes, but it will be done."

"And if you sleight them? Those shovels, those axes, those hammers? They can destroy, as well as create, Loki, and they are masters of both crafts. And their memories are long. An individual man may forget the misdeeds of the gods, but Men will not. Our only salvation was that we have always been beyond their reach."

"Until now."

"You have, Loki, placed into their hands a hammer, a shovel, an axe, and so much more. And they will build great things, Loki, to rival the greatest empires of Asgard or the Giants. But when they have finished building, be it in ten years, a hundred, or a thousand, they will look back on their history. And they will see the injustices, real or imagined, that the gods have visited upon their peoples."

"So congratulations, Loki, you have fulfilled the prophecy of our Doom. Not with the monstrous children you birthed, but those you created. Hold your head high, Fool-God, for your greatest jape is made manifest. Ragnarok comes now, Loki, and it comes for us all."

It wasn’t until a millennia that Trogos truly understood his folly.

Trogos was always the mischievous one: a prank here, a trick there, and suddenly some God is out of a favoured possession (or into a humiliating position, preferably both).

But Gods are patient. And they have time eternal.

So it came to pass that they figured out how to deal with Trogos. And the best way was to completely ignore him. After all, you can’t be humiliated by someone you never interact with, right?

Trogos took it about as well as a hive of live wasps in his bread. His whole existence revolved around mischief, and without mischief he started to fade.

In desperation (and a little bit of anger), he created the ultimate prank: He gave away parts of his power to seven misfits, seven human beings who were crazy even by human standards.

This was epic madness even by Trogos standards. Sure to drive all the Gods nuts and make them finally acknowledge Trogos again.

But for a while nothing happened.

Curious, Trogos peeped into the world of the mortals again.

The first human, used his power to bring fire and civilisation to humans. These pathetic creatures could now form city and city states. He died in the process, and his story was told as a cautionary tale.

The second brought maths and science to the humans, and the human civilisation grew by leaps and bounds.

The third created arts and philosophy, and humans became worshipers of beauty, patrons of the abstract.

The fourth used his power to become the immortal empire, the ruler of all human subjects.

The fifth used his power to overthrow and imprison the fourth, with help from second and third. Unfortunately they spent most of their energy in the effort, and died shortly afterwards.

The sixth taught empathy, and medicine, to the subjects of the broken empire, and the humans were back to becoming altruistic.

But the seventh….

The seventh turned out to be deadliest of all. He further distributed his power to his kin, and their clan has slaughtered all the Gods except Trogos. They did this in order to become the new Gods.

Even now, Trogos knows that he is being hunted. The father of the seventh, ancient and brainwashed, imbibed with what originally was Trogos’ power, now hunts Trogos himself. He truly believes that he is a God, lord of the hunt, the Allfather.

And the seventh appears from time to time to Trogos, only to taunt and remind him that Trogos’ time is at an end, and disappear.

And Trogos shivers, and feels cold as his immortality and Godhood slowly leave him. He can already feel the humans forget him, forget that a trickster God name Trogos ever existed.

They only remember the Seventh and his clan now. They believe that the seventh and his clan has always existed.

They worship the Seventh as the only trickster God to have ever existed. Loki.

It has been 20 years since the Monkey King imbued the seven with his powers, as time passed, the power has warped their minds and caused them to crave more power. The Seven have amassed massive armies and became warlords. Now, the 7 are united in their quest for more power and are planning an attack on the gods of man.

As the Jade Emperor and The All-Father meet to unit forces to help stem the tide of chaos, The Monkey King stands in chains on the Bifrost looking down at the chaos he created he lets out a laugh, “I will get a rise out of the gods this day.” As the Army of Asgard, led by Thor, meets the The Army of Heavenly Light on the battlefield in the Human realm, Odin and Yudi are discussing strategy to stem the end of times. “Yudi, How could this happen? This will surely bring Ragnarok upon us!” “Alas I have been to lenient with Sun Wukong. He has finally gone too far. I never expected that it would come to this. Once he became the disciple of Tang Sanzang I expected that he would become more regal, and I would finally be able to welcome him back to the Celestial Palace.” Exclaims Yudi with a fatherly disappointment in his expression and tone. “I know the story of Your battle with Sun Wukong, I too have a son that is a Trickster. Although I am surprised to find that this was not the doing of Loki,” states Odin as he puts a hand on Yudi’s shoulder.” We will figure this out, my friend.”

 Loki, not to be out done, sneaks past the guards to get to the Monkey King. The Monkey King, able to see through Loki’s trick, starts talking to Loki. The guards on watch assume he is up to a trick and pay The Monkey King no heed.” I am here to free you so we can have some fun,” states Loki. Laughing the Monkey King asks” What is your plan to get us out of here?" “Oh, you’ll see,” in a flash, Loki takes out the Asgardian and Heavenly Light Guards, snaps his fingers and the Shackles restraining the Monkey King disappear as if they were never there. “I see that they used dwarven steel to restrain you. No wonder you couldn’t free yourself.” Giggling the Monkey King replies,” Not a lot of dwarves in our realm. I am Sun Wukong, The Monkey King” he states as he gives Loki a comical bow. “Loki, Son of Laufey, and Blood Brother with His Mightiness Odin.” Loki states, returning the same comical bow. As the two tricksters smile at each other, Loki asks,” Are you ready to make some mischief?” The Monkey King nods and giggles as they are transported to the human realm to cause Chaos. Unknown to the Monkey King, Loki plans to bring about Ragnarok to finally end Odin’s Reign over Asgard, pinning the crime on Sun Wukong.

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