Jotunheim.
A frostbound world shrouded in eternal gloom.
Cold. Desolation. Silence. Death.
These were the dominant themes of this land.
The dominant race here was the Frost Giants—towering, ferocious beings with brutal temperaments.
Their civilization remained trapped in a tribal age.
Yet through their mastery of frost magic and the monstrous ice beasts they raised,
the giants remained a formidable military force within the Nine Realms—
one that could not be ignored.
Unfortunately
The Frost Giant King, Laufey, harbored ambitions far beyond his station.
He sought to use the Casket of Ancient Winters to transform the Nine Realms into a frozen wasteland of eternal ice.
Whether to Asgard or Earth,
the Frost Giants were a colossal and ever-present threat.
Half an hour earlier
Loki had arrived here and met with the ruler of the Frost Giants…
his biological father.
Yet the long-anticipated scene of a father and son reunited never came to pass.
Instead, there was only deceit, manipulation, and mutual calculation.
Step by step, Loki advanced toward the great hall of the Frost Giant temple.
He wished to see the ruler of the Frost Giants.
What awaited him, however, was a merciless command.
"Kill him."
From atop the shadowed throne of ice came an ancient, raspy voice.
Seated upon that throne was Laufey—
The strongest of the Frost Giants.
The Frost King.
One of Odin's most enduring enemies.
"Do you truly not care about everything I've done for you?"
Loki gazed up at the Frost King, his eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
He had never once considered Laufey his father.
Though their blood was connected, there was no warmth—
only suffocating cold and despair.
He could scheme against him without hesitation,
and feel not a shred of regret.
At Loki's question, a mocking, icy smile crept across Laufey's shadowed face.
"So it was you… the one who guided us into Asgard…"
"You are the traitor of Odin's bloodline, then?"
Laufey laughed softly.
For the first time, he felt a hint of amusement toward the enemy below him.
"Hm? I was just looking for a little entertainment," Loki replied casually.
"For example—ruining my brother's grand moment."
"And while I'm at it, protecting my own kingdom."
"Delaying—just a little longer—the burden of enduring his breathtakingly foolish rule."
Loki spread his arms indifferently.
His words dripped with undisguised mockery toward Thor.
In Loki's mind, he was the one truly suited to rule Asgard.
"Heh… then tell me," Laufey said, leaning forward slightly.
"What brilliant plan do you have?"
The Frost King's interest in this Asgardian was unmistakable.
"I'll provide cover," Loki said smoothly.
"I'll lead you and a handful of your warriors into Odin's sleeping chamber."
"Then you can kill him… while he slumbers."
Loki ascended the steps slowly, the malice on his face deepening—
tinged with seething resentment.
"Why don't you kill him yourself?" Laufey asked after a brief pause.
The proposal was tempting—almost irresistibly so.
"Pfft"
Loki couldn't help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of the question.
"No one would accept a regicide as their new king."
"When it's over, I'll return the Casket of Ancient Winters to you."
He continued laying out his conditions.
At the mention of the Frost Giants' sacred treasure, Laufey rose abruptly from his throne.
The barely restrained excitement surged through him—
he was moments away from agreeing.
"Well?"
"With your ancestral treasure returned, Jotunheim could reclaim its—"
"Former glory."
As Loki spoke, he glanced toward the dim, starless sky, suppressing a smile as he continued.
Laufey laughed.
The Frost Giant King's face twisted into an expression of unrestrained delight.
"I… accept—"
But at that very moment
A blinding seven-colored beam of light descended from the heavens, striking a mountain range hundreds of miles away!
The light of the Bifröst.
On the very same day
Someone else had trespassed into Jotunheim.
Laufey's smile vanished instantly.
He glared down at Loki with rising fury.
This not-so-bright Frost Giant King immediately suspected that the God of Mischief was playing another trick.
"N–No! This has nothing to do with me!"
Loki frowned deeply, retreating down the steps, his face burning with anger.
His brother had been stripped of power.
The All-Father Odin was still in his Odinsleep.
No other warriors had the authority to act.
He truly couldn't imagine
Who else would come here at a time like this.
But the answer came swiftly.
The storm clouds overhead began to churn.
Brilliant blue lightning flashed across the sky.
A deep, thunderous rumble rolled across the Frost Giant temple,
pressing down upon every soul present!
In that instant
They all knew who the visitor was.
Thor.
Asgard's most valiant young warrior.
The God of Thunder—
Had descended once more.
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