Loki had been furious at Thor for allowing several of their slaves to escape and even to steal one of their crafts, just to save his own pride in not telling anyone the moment they had slipped their bonds. His older brother was in disgrace, even those left on the training moon had seen their crown prince fall a little from perfection. Not that he had fallen far, he still had loyalty and love for all made mistakes on occasion, but this was no small mistake.

Naught had been found of them, or the skiff, which meant a loss of four interesting subjects. Still, they would doubtlessly perish out there, the skiff was not intended for long distance voyaging and they were both unprepared and ignorant of how the wider universe worked. They may already be dead.

"Then we must forget them. We have cleared the cancerous Midgard from Yggdrasil and must turn out attention to their Asgard, which has clearly also fallen from what it should be."