Jötunheim. He mouths the word, briefly confused and not sure why. It's nowhere as clear a memory as some others. A moment ago he could almost smell the throne room, but his mind has to scramble after Jötunheim.

"They always doubted me. You just never saw it. It never suited you to see it." That's very familiar ground, bringing back a hundred more distinct memories, and he feels properly himself again. "And yes. Yes, I would have destroyed Jötunheim. And so would you have!"