Utgard-Loki looks back, not in wonder.
It is not so in this wasteland, where there is nothing as far as the eye can see, but I still have the power to shape it to my own imaginings, and I will do so, to fill the empty space around me, though even all my creations will never satisfy the yawning void within my heart, or my soul - if what is left to me is indeed a soul, or at least half of one.
Bad blood: it is the blood of the jotun that flows in our veins, more in his than in mine, for nothing can ever warm me again, save perhaps her touch or her smile. I long for the day when we will be one, and the world shall be cleansed.
A night in hell; an eternity, rather, for there is no time in hell. If this is what it is like to be dead, perhaps I was wrong; in all the wine- and word-soaked nights I spent, I should have wished for oblivion, for here is enlightenment. I wasted time, and time doth waste me.