The thought that Odin had even made backup arrangements for his foolish older brother made Loki feel even more aggrieved. Why? Was it just because he was a Frost Giant?
This time, Loki really was struggling to keep his composure.
The magic he prided himself on seemed like a transparent trick before this blue-haired kid.
He took a deep breath. The last trace of feigned warmth vanished from his face, leaving only the coldness and detachment of a Frost Giant's descendant.
"Interesting." Loki's voice was as cold as a mountain spring. "Very interesting. When did Midgard produce someone like you? It seems I need to reassess this barren land."
He paid no further attention to Thor's gaze, with its mixture of accusation, sorrow, and a trace of hope. Instead, he focused entirely on Rimuru.
"Whoever you are, little one." Loki's voice dropped, carrying an unmistakable warning. "Interfering in Asgard's affairs is unwise. You will pay the appropriate price for your actions."
Loki's words nearly made Rimuru laugh himself to death. You don't really think Odin knows nothing, do you? That Odinsleep is probably fake too. Otherwise, how could he have rushed to the Bifrost as soon as he woke up and known so much about everything?
Rimuru shouted, his bearing full of righteous conviction, "Asgard's affairs are for Odin and Thor to decide. You're nothing but a usurper, so what are you going to do about it?"
Loki was already seething, and that sent him into a rage. Rimuru had practically stripped his underwear off. He conjured a dagger and pointed it at Rimuru. "Would you like to test how sharp my sword is?"
Rimuru didn't back down either. He pulled out the Sword of Vishanti. "My sword is sharp too!"
When Loki sensed the power of an ancient god