Loki walked ahead, with Thor following behind him, a conflicted look on his face.
"When I saw your Dream Body again, I could tell something was wrong with him."
Loki recalled what had happened back then.
He had unscrewed the bottle, then held his eye to its opening and peered into the mist inside.
A young man who looked very different from Thor now, but was still instantly recognizable as Donald, stood in the street, screaming in despair.
He complained that Odin gave him too few chances to experience the real human world. Staying in this place had become a fate worse than death.
Loki had never imagined that Donald, the Dream Body, would be dumped somewhere like this.
Remembering how much he had enjoyed following Donald's story as a child, he used an illusion to disguise himself as Odin and entered the world inside the bottle.
After hundreds of years of development, this world was no longer hazy and unreal. Everything looked perfectly clear, and Loki could truly stand with his feet planted on the soil of Dreamland.
He looked at Donald with feigned majesty. When Donald saw him, disbelief filled his face, followed by wild joy. He rushed over and threw himself at Loki's feet.
"Merciful All-Father Odin, let me live in the real human world!"
Watching the man grovel before him, licking "Odin's" boots like a dog, Loki suddenly felt a surge of disgust.
Where had the Donald who stayed positive every day, studied diligently, and worked hard to make a life for himself gone?
Still immature, Loki felt nothing but contempt for Donald as he was now. Even if he was the Dream Body separated from his older brother, this utterly undignified display was revolting.
Loki lost all interest, kicked Donald to the ground, and left