Rage can do a lot of things to a Jotun.

Namely create chaos.

I understood only that the Borgs are machines that assimilate others into their 'hive' or collective, capable of murdering other species, and destroying anything in its way that stands in the path of turning more people into machines. I am the one who creates havoc, deception, and I can create a Armageddon. I want them to pay dearly. Letting them live wasn't enough. I wanted to take away something that they cared deeply about.

Something irreplaceable.

I raised my hand up then lifted the storm.

It had been snowing wildly for the past three days.

So much so that people cannot have been beamed down as their patterns will get messed up, incomplete, or otherwise unable to appear. After making a mess in my counterparts room I had restored it to the way it had been before. Just in case he ever returned. Though I had a bad feeling he wouldn't return any time soon. A sickening feeling to the bottom of my stomach.  I am not known Loki for being innocent. My name does not mean 'innocent' it means 'to break'. I want the Borg to know I pose a challenge.

I want them to know: the man of chaos has arrived.

I lowered my hand.

This time I am very aware of what I plan to do and fully accept the consequences.

Use to want to be redeemed and here I am, about to make another day of bloodshed.

I am Loki.

And I am no easy opponent for the Borg as they will discover.

I improvise.

A lot.

Deadly improvising.