Loki's Proof

Asgard.

From afar, Asgard stood majestic and towering beneath the night sky, its grand buildings flashing with golden light from time to time, carrying the weighty aura of a mythic epic.

Within Asgard's palace.

Loki wore golden armor, a green cloak, and a horned helmet. He looked noble, but his face was shadowed, his expression grave, and hatred occasionally flickered through his eyes.

His brother, Thor, was not dead.

The mortal who had once defeated him with Mjolnir had also defeated the Destroyer.

Whether it was family or the interference of an outsider like that mortal, both filled Loki with rage.

Yet none of it stopped him from continuing according to his own plans.

The mortal's appearance had merely been an accident.

A mortal was still a mortal. Even if he had defeated Loki, he was still a mortal and could not come to Asgard.

"I will execute you again, mortal."

With a dark expression, Loki rose from the King of the Gods' throne, took up his scepter, and walked out of the palace.

He continued carrying out his plan.

The mortal's appearance—his encounter with He-El—had been an accident, but it was one Loki would remember for the rest of his life.

Loki summoned a horse, swung into the saddle, and rode through the bright, crystalline expanse toward the bridge known as Bifrost.

The horse quickly reached its destination, Himinbjorg.

At Himinbjorg's entrance, Heimdall, who had guarded Himinbjorg all his life, made it his home, and protected Asgard's Rainbow Bridge, had become an ice statue with his great sword raised in an attacking stance.

Long before Loki released the Destroyer onto Earth, he had known Heimdall would never agree, so he had used the Casket of Ancient Winters to freeze Heimdall into an ice statue.

Clop, clop, clop...

The horse's