"Ah yes, the attack on New York." He said, sighing softly as he leaned back in the seat, staying quiet for a moment to gather his thoughts. "My ambition was my downfall then. I wanted to be king of Asgard, but it was not meant to be. Due to my...foolishness, the Bifrost was destroyed and I cast myself into the darkest part of the universe. I fully accepted that I would die there."

He cleared his throat, shifting before looking around. "Is there something I can drink? This...I always have...difficulty with this part." He said quietly, getting some water and taking a sip before he continued.

"Death was not what found me. Thanos and the Other did. At first I denied his orders. I did not want to do his bidding, I wanted to be left alone in my misery." He shook his head, pushing his fingers through. "He...tortured me. The visage you see is not my true form. I am from Jotunheim, not Asgard. I am a frost giant and therefore, I am rather sensitive to heat. Thanos discovered this and used it to torture me until I was desperate to do anything he wanted so it would end."

It was the moment he honestly regretted more than anything else in his life. He wished to forget it, but he knew he never would.

"So I agreed to get the stone for him and to...help keep my mind focused, he promised the realm to me. I had suffered so much I wanted someone else to as well. That someone else was to be Thor. Who loves Midgard so much. I regret it. I wish I could take it back, but I never can."