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He was humiliated. The trial was a formality, nothing but a ceremony. Odin didn't care for his second-"born" Frost Giant "son." All he had wanted was a political playing piece. But since Loki, the God of Mischief, was too wild, he wasn't good enough for even that.
Loki seethed as he was ceremoniously led to the Bifrost to complete his punishment. As Odin took his magic, Loki suddenly felt weak. Useless. Good-for-nothing scum of the universe. He looked down as Odin completed the ritual and left Heimdall to send the criminal away.
"I'm sorry, my Prince," Heimdall said. Thor wasn't around, so surely he misspoke?
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry for where I have to send you." Heimdall elaborated, but before Loki could question further, he was pulled toward his fate.
Coulson griped the entire way to the Antarctic. Apparently, someone from Asgard teleported (or whatever that energy is) into the middle of the coldest part of the Earth, and Coulson was sent to meet them. Fun.
When they arrived at the coordinates, the familiar circle of symbols was there, as well as many frightened animals, and, was that Loki? But his skin was blue...
When they landed, Coulson cautiously walked over to the prone man-god-being. Yep, that's a blue-skinned Loki. Coulson pulled out his phone and called Avengers Tower. "JARVIS, put me through to Thor. Thor? Please explain to me why Loki is in Antarctica."