"Ya know. Your life is downright bizarre, Loki Odinson or whatever. Not bad life, but. Bizarro. Like, honestly. You're a son of Asgardian, brother of Asgardian, and of you lived, you might someday father some little Asgardians for all I know. Bizarre. And this time, I mean no offence, truly."

And now, he falls quiet, thinking.Not about weird Asgardian Jotunn anymore, but about more impotant things.