Loki didn't interrupt him which was particularly unusual for him in some ways, arms falling to a relaxed position curled behind his back as he looked over at Atreus, listening to what he said. It seemed similar and dissimilar to his world at the same time - the names were the same that Loki recognised but the story was backwards and mixed. The Jötunn of his world didn't seem to be warmongerers and it seemed more Odin's fault than not, but that... was probably true of his world, too, considering the lies he hadn't known. Odin had spent their lives growing up telling him and Thor of all of the negative parts of the Jötunn and yet left out the rather important details that he, too, had been just as bad in equal and even worse ways. A coloniser, a monster, a man who had stolen a baby from the battlefield and raised him on these stories of how his true species were made up of nothing but near-feral beasts.
"Prophecies," Loki agreed with a nod. "Thor spent a great deal of his time attempting to prevent Ragnarök himself. He was gone from Asgard for a long while during my time posing as Odin and when he returned, he had vanquished the one who was intended to be the destroyer of our world. Of course-" he paused. It was still painful, in a sense. Asgard had been Loki's home and it was beautiful, golden and shining, even if it was paved on the blood of those who had died for that very same gold. "Turns out it was the only way to save the universe from the wrath of our dear older sister. Figures."