As Heisenberg was removing himself from Simp Paradise, on the battlefield of Jotunheim.
Laufey clenched his fists and stood before Loki with a resolute expression, shouting.
"I never witnessed you growing up, nor did I ever understand how you changed.
You grew up, but how did you turn out? Are you strong? Did you inherit my courage and strength?
Perhaps I have no right to demand that you do better, but now, it is time for you to show me who you are!
Come on. If you want me to bow my head, then truly fight me.
Defeat me in the oldest, most sacred way!"
As his words fell, Laufey suddenly swung his right fist. The Frost Giants and Asgardians fighting around him were immediately swept away by that ferocious blow.
At once, an open space hundreds of meters wide appeared around Laufey and Loki.
After glancing around at the result, Laufey nodded, then violently tore off the half-armor covering his body.
In an instant, his robust pale-blue skin was fully exposed to Jotunheim's eternal wind and snow.
Seeing Laufey adopt such a stance, Loki frowned deeply.
He knew that fists and feet had never been his strong suit.
But faced with the final request of his true father.
Loki thought for a moment, then nodded gently.
"Laufey!"
he said.
"My strength has always been in my mind. As for my muscles, if you want to see them, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
Asgard has no shortage of thick-muscled brutes. As for me..."
As he said that, Loki gently raised his right hand and pressed it against his chest.
In the blink of an eye, the pale-green battle robe covering his upper body vanished.
For a moment, his lean but equally muscular body was laid bare before Laufey's eyes.