Burn with His Rage
They had come from the fire—Muspelheim—those giants with blackened faces and blazing hearts. Ravenous, they seized the mortal, dragged her to the depths of their forsaken world, and offered her to their ruler.
"Thor!" Jane cried as she wriggled within the flaming hold of her executioner. The elder prince glanced at her but offered her nothing. He stood in silence and oversaw the gruesome event: her execution.
"Thor, help me!" she continued with pleading eyes. But the elder prince, defeated by the darkness of trickery, melted away until he turned pale; and a familiar, wicked grin appeared: Loki.
