Looking out at the snowy expanse before him, Loki observed the immense change that he’d help orchestrate. It’d been a long time coming, transforming the wasteland that Laufey had left behind on Jotunheim. There was much, much more to accomplish, but this was a start. This was something Loki could say was his doing—something he’d had a hand in that hadn’t turned to chaos. To ruin. Sighing, Loki felt something akin to pride swell within his chest where he stood on his bedchamber balcony.