Ser Jon Snow kneeled before the king as the champion of the melee. Robert clapped his meaty hands together, "A wonderful performance! Now, I promised you a boon. What do you want? A wife? A place in the kingsguard?"
"No, your highness, what I want most is to ascend into nobility, to have a name to call my own, lands, title and so on. I do not wish to be a stark, no, I wish to create my own legacy", Jon bowed his head, not looking in the usurper's eyes. What he really wanted was the iron throne, not some measly keep but becoming a lord was his first step to becoming king.
"Ah- I should've seen this coming. What does a bastard want, I asked myself. I thought of it like I would think, a woman to call my own and a position where I could fight, like a kingsguard but you aren't like me. You aren't like Ned either… you are neither me nor Ned nor anyone else, you are yourself. I guess I have to give you a lordship now, don't I? I promised it after all… I will think about what land to give you. We will have a ceremony after the tourney has concluded. You have till then to decide your house name, sygil and words, for now, enjoy your winnings, maybe bed a whore or two", he dismissed Jon.
The archery contest was nothing exciting. Jon won, if barely and- after he had taken his winnings, he was summoned to the throne room.
All the lords that had come for the tourney had gathered before the Iron throne. Jon kneeled before the king, who sat in the monsterous chair of molten swords.
"I, king Robert Baratheon, kind of the andals, the first men and the Rhoynar, yada yada, you know the titles by now, I raise you, Ser Jon to the rank of a lord. Do you swear me and my lineage loyalty? To that you will raise your arms if I command it, that you will deal my justice and uphold my laws?"
"I swear it, your highness"
"Then rise, Lord Jon and proclaim, in the eyes of men and gods your new name"
Jon stood tall, speaking with magic amplifying his voice, "I am from here on Jon Jotun, my sygil will be a green world tree with a Black Sea dragon biting its own tail and my words shall be 'Glorious Purpose'"
Yes, the world tree was a concept in this world, Jon was just as surprised as you may be. The world tree was an old legend in the old gods' religion, the first weirwood tree, which was so big that the entirety of the known world was but a leaf on the world tree.
"Very well, rise, Jon Jotun, lord of sea dragon point", king Robert smiled.
Sea dragon point eh? Not the… best of locations. The land had little to mine for but at least the waters and woods were filled with lifestock. The people living there were barely able to live off the land, for the wet lands weren't well suited for growing wheat and only few could afford sheep to raise. But he had an idea of how to change that. The wet surroundings were the perfect surroundings to grow rice. Jon could conjure some cold resistant rice. That would be enough to feed his people and money? He would never have too little money. He could always just conjure gold. Though how would he explain how he got it? Easy, he would just tell them that he had found gold in the area. A bit of magic and boom, gold right there to be mined. Within a short time, he could become the most wealthy house in the north… Loki's magic truly was a cheat in this world.
How he didn't manage to take over earth, he didn't know.
He wouldn't even have to invade. The rich controlled the world and he had the ability to literally conjure anything that wasn't itself magical or alive and these conjured things could be enchanted with a bit of elbow grease. Just conjure up gold or better yet, vibranium, easy as that.
He shook his head.
Loki wasn't dealing with lowly humans like himself. Loki's enemies back in the marvel universe were just as powerful as him, if not more, Dormamu, Doctor Strange, Galactus, Thanos with his gauntlet. In the marvel world, he was strong, yes but nowhere near as overwhelming as in Westeros.
"You will be personally responsible for restoring one of the forts in sea dragon point and building yourself a life. My hand can recommend you some stone masons or wood workers here in the capital. I'm sure for the right price, you will find some to work on your keep. You will be given a maester, of course. You will have to make a stop at Oldtown to pick one of them up. I will give you a timeframe of five years in which you won't need to pay taxes, as I know you will need time to build yourself up" king Robert explained.
Jokes on him, if things worked out as well as he thought they would, he would be sitting on that throne before he ever needed to pay a single dragon in taxes.
"Thank you, your highness"
Jon had more than enough money to recruit his own household on his way to old town, warriors for his guard, cooks for his kitchen, stone masons, wood workers, maids and other such roles.
It took them a few weeks to arrive at old town. The maesters already knew he was coming and had prepared ten maesters for him to choose from.
Now was as good a time as any to try a bit more of his sorcery. He glanced into the maester's minds, something which MCU Loki couldn't do without the mind stone but he wasn't MCU Loki.
Most of them were not a good fit, all but two. The rest despised magic and or the Targaryens but the two who didn't were relatively young maesters, with fewer chains, amongst those two, one stood out for he had forged his Valyrian steel link.
"You, what is your name?"
"Alfred, milord"
Alfred's chain contained a black iron link for ravenry, gold for the study of money, silver for medicine and Valyrian steel for the higher mysteries.
"I'll take you, maester Alfred. Together we will build something meaningful"
"Yes, milord"
Now that he had a maester, it was finally time for him to return to the north, to his new land and maybe visit Arya and the others while he was at it too.