Loki was laying on the ground. His eyes closed, his head tilted to the side. His breathing was slow and steady. He felt at ease, he felt calm. He likes it here.

The snow that Loki lays on is sparkling. This is a very sacred and special place here in Jotunheim. And only Loki - who is the King of Jotunheim - can enter here without any notice. The cold breeze that comes through makes Loki smile.

"I knew you'd come here eventually." Loki says in a smug and sky voice, acknowledging you.