"You go to find the Breadth of Grace and his birthright. Your threads are twined and woven together by your own actions."

"That sounds great and all, but how are we getting..." Loki started, as the three where raising their arms again, to sweep them out in a gesture. "...back."

"Welcome to Niflheim, Trickster and Healer. You'll find your way." Echoed in their minds. At least they'd been kind enough to leave Christine in a warm coat and a fur cloak.

Already Loki's skin was starting to turn blue.