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The monarch of Latveria sat on his throne, brooding, his expression - or what could be made of it with only the eyes to go by behind the Mask of State - one of barely masked ennui.  This had the very desired effect of inspiring the courtiers and visitors of state to keep their business prompt and to the point, rather than running a labyrinth of words and shaded meanings.   There was, about an hour into this period, a sound like the ringing of a tiny bell, saving that it somehow could be heard clearly throughout the chamber.  Immediately, servants moved to funnel the guests away as doors on the upper  flew open and several Doomstadt Elites  took position on the upper balcony, establishing overlapping line of sight to the entirety of the hall below.  This, at least, stirred the monarch to action.  He rose to his full armored height; several systems in his armor, both magical and technological in nature became active.   It was, even in these days, a rare occurrence indeed for someone to try to teleport directly into the grand hall without permission, and while the ward had diverted them to a square in Doomstadt outside the castle for their hubris, anyone powerful enough to attempt that action was powerful enough to deserve a measure of ... additional security.

Finally. A stroke of luck. Whatever shenanigans the Avengers had got themselves into had provided him an advantage and Loki had seized it at once. That most precious of Stones had found its way back into his hands and he was gone. 

He stumbled out into an empty warehouse, a place he had been thinking of that had been abandoned by his mind slaves days ago. It was also earlier in time, but that was yet to be discovered. No one was here. Just him.

I’m free! he thought, and gave a muffled giggle. No more Odin. No more Avengers. No more Other or Thanos. 

“I’ve come to see the dancing clown yes, though I am not sure what hunger has to do with anything. Tell me Pennywise, what exactly do you do for entertainment?”