"Donald... is me?!"
Thor repeated what Loki had told him in disbelief.
"To be precise, he should be the manifestation of your negative energy in the Dream Dimension."
Loki recalled his youth, back over a thousand years ago.
Thor had donned his armor for the first time, a red cape billowing behind him as he raised Mjolnir and proudly showed off.
Their mother, Frigga, had given Thor the cape, hoping he would be like an all-powerful god of war.
Odin had ordered Thor to march out and clear away the giants who remained in the Nine Realms.
Odin had fought the giants in his day, but had not completely wiped them out. Those were the enemies Thor was to conquer on his first campaign.
Thor had still been extremely arrogant then. Trained by Odin and several of Asgard's finest combat instructors, his head had been filled with dreams of following Odin's example and fighting his way through the Nine Realms all over again.
Loki had little interest in that. He had never liked fighting and killing, and their mother had arranged for him to study dark witchcraft with a dark wizard the following day. That was a lesson Loki was very interested in.
Still, he attended Thor's farewell feast. Watching his brother boldly raise his wine cup, he sat in a corner and elegantly speared a piece of fish infused with spiritual energy with his golden fork.
"Thor will pick up something rather extraordinary on this journey."
A gentle voice rang out. Loki turned and found Olbuda, one of the witchcraft teachers his mother Frigga had found for him.
Although they were teacher and student, they were about the same age. Loki showed none of the humility he displayed toward the older gods, instead asking the female wizard with interest