Modi and his warriors are continually watching the realms below, plotting the attack. It is almost time to come down. Modi has mastered the lightning and hidden weather powers within Mjolnir, even discovering some faculties that Thor was not aware of. The boy cannot wait to destroy his father's house, and is even more anxious to begin the process of tearing apart Loki's family.
He has become more and more sinister looking as time goes on. The boy cannot see the people individually, as he is not a seer, but he can gather from the way Asgard's atmosphere becomes more clouded that there are armies waiting for him. Narvlheim looks as peaceful as ever, leading Modi to believe that Vali would be waiting for him on Asgard and not in the enemy's home realm. Modi was able to trick Hela into injuring Vali during their last skirmish, but surely that has healed, and the enemy will be at full strength again. Modi cannot wait to go up against the fiend with Mjolnir instead of magic. If his father always beat Loki with it, surely he could defeat Vali.
The creatures that band behind Modi are equally disgusting with greed and expectation. They hope that destroying Asgard will grant them a new home away from the outer darkness and the constant reminder of the last Ragnarok. Some are ancient creatures that have been dormant for many centuries, while others are more recent criminals who have a specific vendetta against Thor and Loki.
Modi is careful with some of them, aware of his own hypocrisy. He personally slays all of the frost giants found among the survivors. Beyond what lies in Narvlheim, all the Jotun are extinct.
Dagheim is too far south for Modi's view, and if not for the sake of Heimdall's presence, the fallen prince would leave it alone. He does not fear anyone on Dagheim, clearly not familiar with Ragfrieda and her aim. But he knows better than to assume they would not become an ally to Asgard. He has eyes set for his former home and Narvlheim, and does have plans to conquer Dagheim once all of the valid enemies are put asunder.
Without Rasvelg to act as a mascot to his whim, Modi has to plan his entry into Asgard very carefully. He could come in quietly, slay his father while he sleeps, and then make fools of the people who would dare suggest that Vali would make a better King. But the boy is too much one for showmanship, and wishes to make an impression that will echo through the ages. This means a quiet entry is out of the question.
Either way, he must destroy the enemy's will to live first, and go to Narvlheim.
He holds Mjolnir in both of his arms so as not to become unevenly strong with its magic; should he drop the weapon carelessly, it could devastate the unstable ground here in the outer darkness, as it once did before. The hammer seems to change its own appearance, looking darker than it did when in Thor's hands, echoing the owner's energy. In the wrong hands, Mjolnir becomes an all-powerful tool for annihilation.
Modi makes no mistakes in educating his followers on the planned genocide of the people below.
"We are to take no prisoners. We are to end their lives swiftly and move forward. We cannot have any hope of victory if we take pity on them. Remember that the people on Narvlheim are swine, that they are not of this universe, and that they deserve their fate. Is that understood, soldiers?"
"Yes, Master!" they yell back in unison.
"Once we obliterate Narvlheim, we will move straightaway to Asgard. To keep ourselves hidden, we must act quickly. Asgard's army will come to us if we give it time to do so. Are there any questions?"
"No, Master!" they yell back with the same inflection as before. Some of the monsters are ready for battle, too tired with age to argue against the plan. Others are not so convinced that Modi's power is not misguided, but they do not worry themselves with that. They are waiting for him to fail so that they might take his place.
"My soldiers, you have been tirelessly working under me for some time now, showing me your great power and worth." Modi still speaks like a prideful Captain, regardless of the state of his meager army. "I am happy to call you good men, even though some of you are far from it."
The monsters laugh, aware that none of them would qualify as good men by any definition.
"We will ride into Narvlheim in two cycles. We will enter at night, when they least expect our arrival. Then, we will ravage them, all of their people, their land, and their realm."
The monsters cheer, happy to finally have a course of action ahead. None of them have been to Narvlheim, but assume it to be something like the old Vanaheim. Their ignorance could mean their very end.
"What if Asgard comes to us while we are still on Narvlheim, Master?" The same orange monster, who came to his side a week prior, asks Modi with a look of genuine humility.
"We will fight them off until nothing remains. But leave Thor to me."
They all nod, and retire to their separate homes. Modi stands on the edge of his perch, watching the rotations below, waiting to see the ebony that clouds over Narvlheim when the sun sets.
"Come to me, Vali. I wish to show you a burning world."