Su Yi and Thor, the unlikely duo, had efficiently locked Loki in a secure, transparent cell deep within an Asgardian prison. This particular cell, built of enchanted, nigh-indestructible material, was an improvised version of the one Loki was originally destined to occupy after his disastrous invasion of Earth years later. Now, it was arranged in advance, a preemptive containment field for the galaxy's most theatrical menace.
Loki looked incredibly dejected, curled up on the cold floor, the gold and green of his armor tarnished by dust and humiliation. He refused to meet his brother's eyes. Thor, feeling a heavy mix of anger and paternal responsibility, paused outside the cell.
"Loki will have time to consider his actions," Thor said, his voice quiet but firm. "It is what Father requires."
Su Yi, however, had no intention of leaving immediately. He dismissed Thor with a slight nod. "You go report to the Allfather. We will have our duel shortly. I need a moment of... dialogue with your brother."
"Dialogue?" Thor questioned, glancing at Loki's bruised cheek. "You have already conducted quite the physical interview."
"That was for discipline. This is for preventative maintenance," Su Yi replied with a cold, unsettling calmness. He simply leaned against the forcefield, his arms crossed. "Go. Your presence only encourages his worst impulses."
Thor, seeing the absolute authority in the mortal's eyes and sensing the raw power he wielded, swallowed his protest and left.
As soon as Thor's thunderous footsteps receded, Su Yi sat down on his own accord, resting his back against the stone wall, showing no signs of leaving.
"You want to talk to me?" Loki finally sneered, his voice raspy from crying and the earlier choking. "I don't think we have anything to talk about, Mortal. You ruined everything, and you have nothing to offer but more empty threats."
Su Yi simply settled in, his demeanor shifting into that of an unnerving therapist. "Loki, son of Laufey, adopted by Odin. For so many years, as the younger prince, you have been showered with affection, yet you felt only the shadow of your brother. This desperate need for validation drove you to near genocide. It's tragic."
Loki stiffened, recoiling from the psychological precision of the statement.
Su Yi continued, unperturbed. "So, do you want to know your destiny?"
Loki looked at Su Yi with an expression of disbelief, trying to project indifference, but a flicker of the God of Mischief's curiosity was undeniable.
Su Yi completely ignored Loki's facade. "I know your plan, and I also disrupted your plan. Do you think everything that happened on the Bifrost was just a coincidence? No. I saw the future. I know the tapestry of destiny that awaits you."
"However," Su Yi paused, letting the silence hang, "this future, for you, is not a good one. It is marked by pain, failure, and eventually, a heroic, yet devastating, end."
Loki remained relatively composed, the arrogance of the trickster god refusing to break. "My future? I'd like to hear what kind of story you can concoct, mortal. You have a captive audience."
Seeing Loki's unwilling interest, Su Yi began his methodical, psychological assault—the calculated release of future spoilers, targeting the core of Loki's deepest fears and attachments.
"Let's start immediately after your failed plunge from the Bifrost Bridge," Su Yi narrated, his voice even and detached, painting the future with clinical accuracy. "You don't die. You are rescued—or perhaps captured—by someone far more sinister than any Frost Giant. You meet a being of pure malevolence: the cosmic overlord from Titan, Thanos."
Loki's eyes widened infinitesimally. A name of such power immediately registered in his mind.
"You pretend to submit to him, helping him in his plan to collect the Infinity Stones, thereby gaining his support, a Chitauri army, and a powerful Scepter. You then invade Earth, my home, on a large scale, seeking to enslave humanity and rule in my place. Your ultimate goal remains the same: to gain the approval of Odin by presenting him with a conquered realm."
Su Yi leaned closer to the forcefield. "As a result, your plan fails spectacularly. You underestimate the collective strength of humanity's defenders, the Avengers. You are humiliated, defeated, and exposed as a petty tyrant, not a king. The outcome, of course, is being captured and brought back here, imprisoned exactly where you are now, only later. So, I've merely accelerated your inevitable failure."
Loki forced a faint smile, showing an expression of feigned disbelief. Thanos? The Chitauri? The scale was alarming. Yet, he mentally simulated the events. If he really left Asgard and sought revenge, he might indeed do something that grandiose. As for failure? Impossible, he swore.
"And then?" Loki challenged, his voice steadying, trying to gauge the depth of the deception.
"Then, naturally, the most painful event of your life occurs." Su Yi's voice softened slightly, a tactical maneuver to penetrate the barrier.
"What event?"
"Years later, when the Nine Realms converge—a rare celestial event—the Aether Particle, one of the Infinity Stones, appears on Earth. The Dark Elves, led by Malekith, launch an attack on Asgard."
Loki had heard of the Dark Elves from historical texts, creatures of pure darkness and ancient spite.
"A Cursed Warrior, disguised as a war criminal, enters this very prison, seeking the way out to complete his master's plot. You, in your arrogance and residual bitterness, not only didn't stop him but even guided him, allowing him to escape in exchange for a way out for yourself. With your complicity, direct or indirect, the warrior gains access to the Royal Chambers. He murders the one person who gave you unwavering love and warmth."
Su Yi delivered the final sentence like a slow-moving blade: "He murders your mother, Queen Frigga."
Loki instantly lost all control. The color drained from his face, and he scrambled backward until his head hit the rear wall of the cell. Frigga was his anchor, the only person he genuinely trusted and cherished. The warmth he sought from Odin, he received from her. The thought of his trickery leading to her death was a psychic break.
"No! That's impossible!" he roared, thrashing. "I would never! She is the only—"
"Yes, or no, it's not up to you right now," Su Yi cut him off, stone-faced. "Perhaps you will experience it firsthand in the future, unless you change all of this. The path you are on leads straight to her loss."
Su Yi continued, mapping out the rest of the tragic arc, reinforcing the narrative's crushing inevitability. The temporary alliance with Thor to defeat the Dark Elves, the feigned death, the successful usurpation of the throne disguised as Odin.
"Later, the true Allfather dies on Earth, and your elder sister, the Goddess of Death, Hela, appears. She banishes you both. Ragnarök descends, and you are forced to destroy Asgard itself to stop her. You save your people, but the home you desperately wanted to rule is gone."
Su Yi finished the story. "Finally, as you flee toward Earth with the few survivors, you encounter Thanos again. He demands the Space Stone, which you secretly took. Loki, son of Laufey, the God of Mischief, performs one final, noble act. You exchange the Space Stone and your own life for Thor's survival. Thanos breaks your neck like a twig, and you die in your brother's arms, despised by the galaxy, yet redeemed in the eyes of your family."
The cell fell silent. Loki lay there, panting, the ghost of a broken neck already chilling him. He managed to recover a piece of his facade.
"A good story," he rasped, forcing a dry cough. "A narrative of redemption and tragedy. Do you think I'll believe a single word?"
Su Yi stood up, his posture towering. He hadn't delivered the spoilers for the Fate Points; the points were negligible compared to the magnitude of the threat. He had done it in hopes of 'talking' Loki into submission, not through love, but through calculated, existential terror.
"That's not important, Loki. What's important is what I tell you now."
Su Yi pressed his hand flat against the shimmering forcefield, the air crackling slightly.
"I can tell you that in the World where I live, I have people I care about—friends, a planet, a life. I value stability and peace above all else. By telling you this, I'm essentially telling you my only weakness, my bottom line."
"But, I'm not afraid either. I can tell you clearly: if you cross my bottom line again, if you ever target Midgard, or the people I care for, then don't blame me for breaking all boundaries and returning here."
Su Yi's eyes, normally warm, were now cold and focused. "You also have family, people you cherish—Frigga, Thor, even Odin. If your loved ones truly get into trouble, think about what you would do. I know I would do absolutely anything to protect them. And I should know that I can do even more than you could imagine to ensure your compliance."
"This is a threat, Loki. And a warning! I'm willing to give you this information because I believe the love you hold for Frigga is real. This is a one-time offer for peace."
"If you insist on trying your luck, if you choose the path of revenge, then be prepared to lose the people you cherish the most. I will hold you accountable, Prince of Asgard."
Looking into Su Yi's eyes—eyes that held the terrifying knowledge of every painful moment of his future—Loki couldn't help but feel a deep, paralyzing chill. He had been tormented by Su Yi twice and knew the extent of his uncontrollable power.
Now that Odin was old, and Thor was about to fight this man, the outcome was uncertain. If he truly angered Su Yi, and drove him to madness, Su Yi might actually do such terrible things. The cold logic of self-preservation, fueled by the existential threat to Frigga, finally broke through his pride.
Thinking of his mother, Loki felt a sudden, profound, and reluctant sense of compliance. However, on the surface, he still had to maintain his persona.
"I'm right here now," Loki muttered, turning his back to the forcefield. "Where else can I go?"
Su Yi smiled. That was the response of submission, not defiance. His goal was achieved. Loki was deterred, for now.
"Loki, cherish the people around you. You're already 1500 years old, not a child anymore. It's time to stop the play-acting."
Su Yi turned to leave. Loki originally wanted to complain about the age comment and the beating, but fearing to anger Su Yi again, he said nothing. He waited, his muscles rigid, until the mortal's energy signature had completely vanished from the prison wing.
Only after confirming that Su Yi had truly departed did Loki breathe a sigh of relief, slumping against the cold wall.
"Damn it," he whispered, a tremor in his voice. "Do you really think you can see my destiny and know what kind of person I, Loki, am? I will change your pathetic prophecy!"
Loki vented in his cell for a while, running through every logical counter-plan to the future Su Yi had painted. But the image of Frigga dying remained, a devastating anchor. To protect Frigga, he had to know the threats. He had to be prepared.
He quickly calmed down, his mind shifting from fury to cunning calculation.
Loki called out loudly. "Guard! Guard!"
A disciplined Asgardian guard responded immediately, his attitude serious and cold. "Loki, you are a prisoner now. Your pleas are subject to review."
Loki knew he couldn't get out now. "I want to read books. Have someone send a message to my mother; I need to read books to pass the time. Specifically, I require texts on inter-dimensional physics, cosmic geography, and Titanian mythology. I must be entertained."
Such a request was indeed not too high and was easily rationalized as a prisoner's boredom.
"I will send word to Queen Frigga," the guard replied, the coldness in his voice softening slightly at the mention of the Queen.
Loki leaned back, a calculating, desperate look in his eyes. The convergence of the Nine Realms, the Dark Elves, and the Infinity Stones. He couldn't fully believe all this information, but he couldn't disbelieve it either. The possibility of Frigga's fate was enough to force his compliance. If he was doomed to be a pawn, he would be a pawn who knew the entire game board.
On the other side, Su Yi left the prison and quickly rejoined Thor.
"What did you talk about with Loki?" Thor asked, still processing the day's betrayals.
"I just warned him, in detail, not to ever go to my World again. He received the message clearly." Su Yi kept his answer concise.
Thor was somewhat unconvinced by the simplicity of the statement but didn't pursue the matter further, his mind focused on the impending duel.
"You are a very strong opponent, Su Yi," Thor said, Mjolnir humming in his grip. "I will use all my strength to defeat you, not out of malice, but to truly assess your nature."
"Me too," Su Yi agreed. "Let's see the strength of the new Thunder God."
Su Yi and Thor found Odin, who had already specially prepared the venue. The Allfather had chosen a secluded, desolate plateau in a distant, unpopulated sector of Asgard. The ground was made of dark, durable bedrock, designed to absorb immense energy without collapsing into the void. This was where the Einherjar often trained with their most powerful, destructive weapons.
Odin stood at the edge of the plateau, looking out over the vast, empty expanse. "I have prepared a battleground for you two. Here, you can spar to your heart's content. There are no spectators, and no civilians to endanger."
The Allfather's gaze, enhanced by the Water of Life, was sharp as he addressed his son. "Thor, perform well! Let this warrior from Midgard truly see the strength you have found in humility."
Thor was extremely serious. "Yes, Father! I will not disappoint you."
Su Yi felt the raw, ambient power of Asgard feeding into his core, a constant, inexhaustible source of energy granted by Odin's Blessing. The power was intoxicating, making him feel ten times stronger than he had felt on Earth. This was the true advantage of fighting a God on their home turf.
Thor gripped Mjolnir, his eyes already crackling with raw electricity. He stood poised, a study in renewed godly might. Su Yi stood opposite him, calm and grounded, his body ready to unleash the immense strength he had so long held in check.
This was not a fight for revenge or rule, but a duel of recognition—a way for Asgard to truly quantify the power of the hero from Midgard. It was the moment Su Yi would finally use his full, unbridled might to assess his true level in this new galaxy of power.
The air was tense, the silence broken only by the hum of Mjolnir and the distant, low rumble of thunder gathered by Thor's command.