How Do You Compare to Iceman?

Loki walked toward the distant mountains, recreating his robes, cloak, and horned helmet as he went. Unfortunately, the Mind Stone Scepter Thanos had lent him had been taken by mortals. Otherwise, Loki would not have come here empty-handed.

He came to Malekith's side. At that moment, Malekith held the Winter Box in his hand and gazed at Asgard in the distance, where dust and smoke filled the air.

"The monster you found really was unexpected. Baldur is dead, killed by his own arrogance and stupidity."

As Loki spoke, he looked around at the members of the so-called Council of Realms, currently led by Malekith.

Or rather, a rabble of malcontents gathered together in hopes of rebelling against Odin's rule.

Malekith represented the Dark Elves themselves. The King of the Wild Hunt, Loki himself, Prince of Asgard and biological son of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, and Surtur, King of the Fire Giants—those three could barely be considered the three pillars of this alliance.

Then there were the other members: Loki's confidante Amora, Amora's lapdog, the Executioner, and Ulik the Troll King off to one side. Loki knew that fellow. He was someone who had fought Thor and lived to tell the tale. As the Troll King, his strength was passable.

And then there was Roxxon's president, Adar, who had not come from Earth, along with Hydra behind him. With that, four of the Nine Realms were gathered here.

"In that case, I'll soon find Laufey's corpse and deliver it to you, Malekith."

"Thank you, my friend. I know you've always doubted whether I can defeat Odin, and what trump cards I have." Malekith smiled as he spoke. "Baldur is dead. No one in the Nine Realms can stop the coming of Fimbulwinter. Odin will soon be left clinging to