"Monsters do not have a right to life. They must earn it." Loki's position amongst the Asgardian refugees is precarious, but it's getting better. That is, until two Frost Giants come aboard. Now all eyes are on the Traitor Prince and Loki wants nothing more than to distance himself from the monsters in the hold. If only the youngest monster would mind its own business.

A little time to himself was precisely what he needed. His Asgardian skin felt too tight and the refugee ship too crowded. The little drafty cargo bay was the perfect place to stretch his limbs and explore his Jötunn powers— He should have checked that it was empty.

Months have elapsed since Asgard's fall. With little in way of entertainment aboard their stolen craft, Loki has begun to conduct story time with Asgard's youths. But children aren't known for their tact and Loki finds himself with some questions he hadn't wanted to ask.