Jörmungandr found himself oddly grateful for his father's proximity. Though they had experienced their share of distance, physically and otherwise, it felt right to have a part of Midgård so close to him once more. However they felt about one another, whatever they had been through over endless millennia, they were ever bound by that unearthly blood. He would tell his father what he knew, and perhaps together they might come to understand.
A human world, he said. I am here, and yet in the sea, and so it must be part of Yggdrasil. Though no part I was aware of before. He thought for a moment, distantly realizing that where he had had a year and more to come to terms with their situation, Loki was far more recently adjusting. His head canted to one side, black-green eyes shining like emeralds. As for why, I cannot say.