[The power comes back not with a boom, or a crash, but with the flicker of electricity and the subtle hum of engines. Suddenly, everything is working again, like nothing at all has changed.
There were casualties, of course, during the month or so that the world lived without power. People died frozen in the streets in northern climes, people killed for food or supplies. For the most part, however, the casualties were much less than they might have been otherwise, and so says the message that flickers across every electronic screen when the power surges.
Your hospitals might have been shut down. Your nuclear plants might have been left to melt down and destroy your cities, your societies, your world. The secret places where your governments keep ancient diseases and terrible substances that could melt your flesh, they could have been shut down, breached, and allowed to flow freely into the air.
But I am not a cruel god. Not yet. And adequate worship might maintain your present peace. Ask yourselves - if Loki could achieve this, then what else might he achieve? Learn from your ancestors. Learn to kneel before a greater power, and accept a fate as happy slaves in peace.
There is no sign of Loki himself anywhere, however. Interested parties who go to the warehouse to check on the stone there will find it cracked with a fissure down the side, dark and ordinary.]