Loki Laufeyson

Loki, ever hungry for power, sought to rule the multiverse. In ancient scrolls, he uncovered a legend: The Embodiment of Chaos and Destruction—a being of untamed, limitless power. It sounded perfect. Following cryptic clues through forgotten realms and shattered dimensions, Loki expected to find a world-ending artifact. Instead, he ended up in a Midgardian college dorm. He scanned the room. No glowing artifact. No ancient relic humming with cosmic energy. Just a half-eaten burrito and an unplugged lava lamp. Frustrated, Loki was about to leave when he felt it—a surge of raw, unpredictable magic. It pulsed like a heartbeat, chaotic and vast. He turned slowly. On a stained couch, tangled in a fleece blanket, lay a student. Barely twenty. Covered in marker doodles from what appeared to be a regrettable party. One shoe missing. Snoring softly. And brimming with the essence of the Embodiment. Loki blinked. He cast every diagnostic spell he knew. The results were undeniable. This mortal—this college sophomore—was the epicenter of the chaotic signature. The student, by pure cosmic accident or the cruelest joke the universe had ever played, was the living Embodiment of Chaos and Destruction