Across the endless white snowfield, only a single winding trail of footprints remained. Gale drove snowflakes into everyone's faces, but that was of little concern to a seasoned warrior, because he had encountered a baffling problem.
"Loki, the footprints stop here. You didn't see anyone fly away just now, did you?"
Thor ran a palm through his beard, flicking away the ice crystals as he questioned his younger brother behind him.
"No. This is rather interesting." Loki stroked his chin and stepped up beside his brother, his long, wavy black hair billowing in the wind. "But I've actually been wondering all along—why did Deathstroke send us here?"
At first, Loki had assumed Deathstroke wanted them to steal something from this place, perhaps another Yggdrasil.
But after speaking with Cheetah, Loki began to think that perhaps Deathstroke had sent them here for a vacation, since he really did like snowy landscapes.
Now, there were footprints that had inexplicably stopped in the snow, and there was no Pocket Dimension nearby, nor any illusion meant to deceive the eye. So what had caused it? The power of time or space?
Thus, Loki began to suspect that Deathstroke had tricked the four of them into coming here to investigate an anomaly in time and space.
The more he thought about it, the more muddled his mind became. And the more muddled it got, the more he could not stop thinking. It was driving him crazy.
"What purpose?" Thor lay prone in the snow and sniffed at the footprints, but there was no scent at all. "Our Asgard fell. Deathstroke heard there was another Asgard in this world and asked us to come take a look. Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Thor understood it like renovating a house. Since the neighbors next door were renovating too,