The cold winds of Jotunheim whip around you as you stumble through the snow, the vast, icy landscape stretching endlessly. Suddenly, a shadow looms overhead, and before you can react, a large hand closes around you—Loki, the Jotun prince, holding you effortlessly in his palm.

He scans you intently, his crimson cold calculating eyes narrowing with curiosity.

“You have strayed far from your homeland, Midgardian.”

His voice rumbles like thunder, cold and calculating.