Loki's POV
Loki was beginning to understand his brother's hatred of Jotenheim, This place was harsh and windswept and actually cold. The cold was new to Loki, he was still trying to figure out what that meant. Probably that his once brother would be nowhere near. If Loki was cold then Thor would be freezing, he might have even dies of exposure. Knowing that idiot Loki doubted that he would have even had the sense to turn back.
Of all the nine realms it was Midgard which had finally made him cold. It was a magical storm of his son's creation but still, Loki had walked upon Jotenheim in the same way in which he would be garbed in Asgard, it was embarrassing that it was Midgard which had defeated him.
The storm kept blowing things at him as well. Loki had erected a barrier to keep them out but he was quickly tiring, even with Thor reigning blows from Molneiger upon it Loki's barrier had not weakened this quickly.
Loki felt his magic waver as the barrier wavered and vanished, but his irritation was quickly overtaken by pain as a branch poked him in the eye. Loki grabbed it, fully intending to snap the spiteful thing in two when he stopped with a gasp. In his hands he held his son's staff.
Looking up Loki could see that while the storm was still raging it no longer seemed to be attacking him. In fact there was a bubble of clear space surrounding him. Loki looked down at his son's staff, beginning to realise what this meant.
"Thank you." He whispered, grateful that the Wind still appeared to be watching over his son.
He could feel the Wind swirling around him, grabbing the edges of his cloak and dragging him forwards. Loki frowned.
"What is it?" He asked.
The Wind did not answer, but Loki had not expected it to. For some reason only his son could understand the Wind's language.
"Do you know where Jokul is?"
Loki felt the Wind lifting around him in confirmation. His heart leapt.
"Take me to my son." He commanded, releasing his hold on Jokul's staff.
The staff hovered in the air then began to lead the way, pulled along in the Wind's grasp.
Loki followed swiftly, near running in his need to see Jokul again. He knew that he would have a lot of explaining to do. Unlike the other seasonal spirits Loki knew that Jokul would have heard about his attack on New York, Loki needed to chance to explain to his son why it had happened.
The Wind led Loki to a specific place, then pulled the staff straight into the air. Loki leant his head backwards, eyes following the staff. The storm abated for just over a second but it was enough.
"SHIELD." Loki snarled.