Loki chuckled at the kid’s obvious discomfort, and definitely enjoyed the ‘badass’ compliment. Jumping bodies throughout the years had given him an appreciation of the way languages changed and evolved. Today’s Norwegian still had echoes of his own mother tongue, but it was as different from it as old English was to this new modern form. Still, of all the new words he’d picked up over the centuries, ‘badass’ had to be one of his favourite.
He startled a little at the question though, and felt Nish’s sudden panic too. He made no outward sign of it at all though, smirking a little in reply. “We all get nicknames here,” he said smoothly, “though I broke tradition and chose mine. I’ve always been kind of…fascinated by Norse mythology, and well…this is almost like living those stories, isn’t it? And Loki was always my favourite character…” Nish almost chuckled at this, and would be shaking her head if she could.
’Really?’ she asked, amused.
’I am your favourite, aren’t I?’
‘I don’t know…Thor’s kinda hot…’
‘You don’t know him like I know him,’ he chuckled.