There were days when Loki would wonder what kept him in Asgard. With the exception of Odin and Thor and maybe Hoenir, no one else every really made him feel openly welcome. Some of the goddesses were more than willing to let him secretly warm their beds, but when push came to shove, they never sided with him. It was always: Loki do this, Loki do that, Loki we have to save Freyja or get Thor's hammer back or get Idun back.... or any other endless list of things they demanded of him to do. Always conveniently forgetting that without him would Odin have his spear? Would Thor have his hammer?
No.
Really, he was just a scapegoat for their troubles. Never mind that he sometimes was the cause of their troubles. Maybe if he wasn't so damn bored all the time he'd be doing more productive things. But unless Thor felt like he wanted to go on a journey to slay some jotuns, or Odin and Hoenir wanted to travel and experience the nine worlds, Loki was left to make his own entertainment.
This was how he frequently found himself in the beds of women... sometimes even married women. When all his charm and dedication could be used to woo, there was little chance of being turned down. Well, that and he just loved women in general. Had a low resistance around a pretty face and it was by sheer will power alone that he had not been talked into matrimony with one of said pretty faces. Not for the lack of trying on the part of some of Asgard's more eligible females. That was a road he had been down twice, both times ending badly, and would not go down again.
He had been entertaining the charms of a daughter of a mortal farmer, one whose mother was relatively easy on the eyes as well and had Odin been around that day they could have both have taken one or the other and had a grand time of it, when the farmer came in and caught the Trickster mid-coitus with his daughter. There had been a great deal of shouting, a quick doing up of his trousers on Loki's part, the wanton daughter tossing him back his tunic, boots and cloak before making a break for it. Once far enough away he paused only to tug on his tunic, belt and boots and left the cloak draped over his arm and he chuckled to himself.
Far out of town, he heard the sounds of a female grunting and of metal striking rock. It took him a bit to find the source of the sound and even then, he timed his steps with the sounds of the metal on rock. Finding the source, he stood back and watched with mild amusement. A woman. A woman only in her shift, was breaking apart rock for some reason.
Loki looked around her for some notion of what she was doing. It certainly wasn't woman's work, whatever it was. Then he felt it. That small bit of electricity on the air that told him that this was no mere woman. This, this was a goddess and probably one of Frigg's many handmaidens. He watched her for quite a long span of time before feeling bold enough to say, “you know, you could ask Thor for pointers on your technique. But I think if you got anything out of him other than “put your back into it” you'd be lucky. Though, there has to be a more efficient way of doing... whatever you're doing." Then he smiled, since he was genuinely amused and folded his arms together in front of him.