Loki could have laughed for how ludicrous this situation was. Thor in one breath announcing that Jotunheim would never have an alliance, and in the next breath unwittingly placing one of those Jotnar in full control of the Realm Eternal. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to weep, and he wanted to rage until this war between his blood and heart had been brought to peace.

The Casket glowed a brilliant blue as Loki channelled the magic within it, feeding it with his own seidr, and ice began to form and spread once more. Not in the devastating attack motion of before, more in a show of anger.

"Do not be so swift to dismiss this, you know not what you might break in the doing. Refuse to even discuss the terms once more and there will be further reaching consequences than you could ever imagine. It is only out of respect for Frigga and affection for some in Asgard that I hold dear, that I have remained to help you rather than return the Casket to Jotunheim and stand behind another war."