Loki nodded. Of course, he had predicted that Thor would want this. He'd planned on it. "Then I shall let them come, but I will track their movements. For the advantage is ours when we have knowledge."

He watched Thor pace, standing still, slowly itching one hand with the other. It was an unconscious gesture, a reaction to the strangeness he could now not escape. "The Bifrost," Loki said. "If we were to turn it on Jotunheim, I can spell the bridge to let no one across. Left on, it will tear that entire realm asunder and leave nothing but a memory of what had once been there. Let the other realms quake, knowing that Asgard has the mightiest of all weapons, and will not shrink from using it."

His eyes went cold, voice venomous. "Let no Jotun survive."