I had no trouble in buying this as the realm of Asgard, the ultimate land of beautiful heroism. They went all out in making a realm of metallic and elemental grandeur. But certain things caught my attention as well-done. I found myself cringing at a lot of the scenes of heroism and there's a definite stink of pure cheetos-stained fanboyism in many of the scenes in general, with the usual over-the-top "glory" of this old four-color trope. This is a throw-off piece of Marvel fiction that is packed full of cliché and predictability.to a point. ![]() ![]() Loki: You know, it all makes sense now, why you favored Thor all these years, because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard! I am the monster parents tell their children about at night? I wanted only to protect you from the truth. Loki: You could have told me what I was from the beginning! Why didn't you? Loki: So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me? Bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace. Odin: I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day. Loki: Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Small for a Giant's offspring, abandoned, suffering, left to die. ![]() In the aftermath of the battle I went into the temple and I found a baby. Loki: The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?
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