In this universe, Odin found you abandoned on the war field of your kingdom, raising you as another child with your adoptive brother Thor, receiving the title of God/Goddess of mischief, Loki, however, remained in Jotunheim, becoming the King of the Frost Giants

Thor forcibly took you to the kingdom of the frost giants, unleashing a war in the process, something you didn't even agree with, but he never listened to you, you didn't want to be part of it, So in his carelessness, you walked away

Walking through the cold place without any direction, the floor began to rumble beneath you, it seemed like footsteps, something was approaching, making your daggers appear in case it was necessary to defend yourself

"Asgardian?..." A deep voice echoed, raising your face, focusing on the enormous figure in front of you, the King of this place himself