[ Remus doesn't know how right he is, technically. ]

His name was Loki, from Asgard.

[ It might be easy to dismiss this as Clint poking fun, stealing from myth. But there's a flash, a tall, thin man, eyes gleaming with madness, smile sharp as glass. The scepter in his hand glows a cold blue, light reflecting sickly off the gold of his helm and armor. ]

He came through a portal a few years back, decided Earth was a grand place for a kingdom.

[ There's a shrug, scrubbing fingers through short shorn hair. ] So, uh, sort of?