One day had been bad enough. When the next day dawns and nothing at all has changed, Loki can feel his temper growing short. Unfortunately, he's still trying to be on his best behavior, so his first instinct—and second, and fifth, and nineteenth—has to be ignored, for fear of running up a deficit instead of still working toward his wish.

It does not sit well with him.

He goes for a walk. It's such a mundane thing to do, but he had occasionally gone for long walks alone in the forest on Asgard when he'd needed time away from Thor everything. He's been walking for only about twenty minutes when he hears the sounds of destruction coming from up ahead and picks up his pace, only to pause and lean against a tree when he discovers the cause.

"Have the trees offended you personally, or are you simply making sure they know proper fear?"