“Only if they knew who I was. I often disguised myself when out and about, if only to keep my whereabouts hidden from my parents. The times they did find out about my mischief making, it wasn’t the shopkeep I needed to worry about when it came to thrashings.” Loki smiles then, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He wonders sometimes if it hadn’t just been because he had misbehaved but because they were trying to teach him to not be like his people.

“You are right though. Once someone raised a hand to me when they knew who I was. It did not end well for them. No one would shop at their store anymore and they soon went out of business. I do not know what happened to them after that.”

Now that is an interesting question. Loki smiles again, but this time it is real. “There are so many places I would like you to see. I do wish I could take you to Asgard as I knew it as a child, but in lieu of that, perhaps Alfheim? The elves are a fascinating people. Of course, I wouldn’t mind seeing your home either.”