He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"Because I have a mother."

The words echoed in the underground bunker, and all the Loki variants froze.

Old Loki lowered his head, his fingers digging tightly into the worn-out sofa armrests.

Loki, the black man, hugged the crocodile and turned around.

Even the crocodile Loki stopped struggling, its small horned helmet looking particularly ridiculous in the dim light.

Young Loki opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He wanted to refute, to mock, to tear the other person apart with those sharp and sarcastic words.

But he couldn't do it.

Because he knew that Loki was right in this universe.

He killed Thor and seized the throne.

and then?

His people cursed him behind his back.

Odin sat on his throne with his eyes closed and remained silent.

Frigga looked at him with nothing but disappointment.

He had proven himself, yet he felt more alone than ever before.

So when the Time Bureau personnel appeared, he didn't even resist.

Because he was tired of his cold throne.

"Enough," Tony interrupted the family drama. "The psychological trauma inflicted on Loki and the others ends here."

He turned around and looked at Harry.

"Kid, pack your things, we should go."

Harry paused for a moment, then nodded frantically.

"Yes, Mr. Stark! I'll get right away..."

boom!

A loud bang interrupted Harry's words.

The entire underground bunker shook violently, and dust fell in abundance.

"What's going on?" Tony's armor instantly went into battle mode.

"Someone's blowing up the door!" Old Loki's face changed drastically. "Damn it, it's those lunatics!"

"What madman?"

"Loki," the elderly Loki gritted his teeth, "a bunch of self-important Loki variants! What kind of bullshit council have they formed, insisting on holding democratic elections in this godforsaken place!"

The voice just fell.

The heavy metal hatch was blasted away by a burst of green magical energy, crashing against the wall with a piercing metallic clang.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A middle-aged man wearing a sharp suit and a gold "LOKI" badge pinned to his chest walked in.

He had his hair slicked back and wore a politician's fake smile.

He was followed by a dozen or so Loki variants dressed in various styles.

Some were wearing prison uniforms, some were wearing tattered cloaks, and there was even one dressed in women's clothing.

"Good evening, fellow Loki enthusiasts."

President Loki opened his arms and spoke in a highly inflammatory tone.

"I am your president, Rocky Laufeson."

"Today, on behalf of the Loki Council, I formally extend an invitation to all Loki variants in the Void."

"Join us, vote, and elect a leader who truly represents Loki's glory!"

"Who do you think you are? I am the King of Asgard!" Young Loki suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face flushed.

"King?" President Loki laughed, an exaggerated laugh. "Little boy, this is the Void, not Asgard."

"Here, there is only democracy, only voting."

"Your feudal monarchy system is outdated."

"How dare you insult me, the King?" Young Loki trembled with rage, green magical energy coalescing in his hands.

"I'm not insulting you," President Loki said, spreading his hands. "I'm just stating the facts."

"Furthermore, according to Article 37 of the Loki Congress, any Loki variant is entitled to run for office."

"Including you."

After President Loki finished speaking, his gaze swept over everyone in the room.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw Tony, Hulk, Vision, and Loki from this universe.

"Oh? It seems we have some rare guests today."

President Loki stared at Tony, his eyes full of calculation.

"Infinity Stones?"

His gaze fell on the Infinity Gauntlet on Vision's left hand, and his pupils contracted sharply.

President Loki's voice became shrill, and his henchmen behind him began to stir.

"Quiet." Tony raised his right hand, the blue light of his palm cannon illuminating the room. "Don't look at my teammates like that, or I won't mind adding some fireworks to your democratic election."

President Loki's smile froze.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." President Rocky quickly waved his hand. "Our Rocky Council has always welcomed visitors."

"only……"

He changed the subject and looked at young Loki.

"Since you're here to find someone, we won't disturb you."

"However, this young king must come with us."

"Why should I?" young Loki roared.

"Based on the voting results of the Rocky Council," President Rocky said, pulling a piece of parchment from his suit pocket. "Three hundred and twenty-one votes in favor, fifty votes against, and twelve abstentions."

"You, young Loki, have been judged by the council to be a dictator and must undergo democratic reform."

"What kind of bullshit rules are these?" Young Loki was so angry he couldn't speak.

"This is democracy." President Rocky smiled broadly.

Tony watched this scene and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Democracy? Voting?"

He turned his head and looked at Hulk.

"Big guy, don't do it."

Hulk's raised fist froze in mid-air, his face full of confusion.

"Because this is Loki's internal affair." Tony patted Hulk's arm. "The Avengers' principle is not to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries."

"Don't stand there, come and sit down." After saying that, Tony walked to a corner and sat down to watch the show.

"Mr. Tony, what's wrong...?"

Vision slowly descended and sat down next to Tony.

"Of course, it's to watch the show!" Tony pulled out a bucket of popcorn from the storage compartment, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Li Ang is right. When you're bored, watching a play can be quite enjoyable."

"I understand." Vision was silent for two seconds before taking the popcorn Tony offered.

"You don't know anything," Tony said, chewing on popcorn with a playful look in his eyes. "You're just a newborn baby; what do you know about the pleasure of watching a show?"

"But it's okay, I'll teach you today."

Tony pointed to the group of Lokis arguing loudly ahead.

"Watch closely, this is called Loki's Great Battle."

"Maybe even more exciting than WWE."

Young Loki and President Loki have started arguing.

Old Loki and Black Loki stood to one side.

"I refuse to accept this!" roared the young Loki. "What right do you bunch of worthless trash have to judge me?"

"Qualifications?" President Loki sneered.

"Our qualification is that we are Loki!"