Loki looked him up and down again with her cold green eyes. Once again I misjudged him. He doesn't look the part of an inventor. "You must be a sought after human indeed," Loki mused with a smirk. If she fought her battles on Midgard, she'd want someone who built these objects on her side.
"Forsooth, it does, and it suits me well. But I would rather be the one creating the problem, instead of being its victim," Loki said and folded her arms under her breasts, frowning. Then she turned to Baird, and once again smiled.
"Interesting. Most humans focus on the fact that living forever is a dream. Yes, you are right. If I had found a way to slay the Norns and escape Fate, then we would have ended the cycle already. But that might be my erratic nature... all life goes in cycles, everything repeats itself." She regarded her long, black claw-like fingernails, trying to keep irritation out of her voice and failing. "For special amusement, try this cycle with a prophecy hanging over your head from early childhood - that you will be the one to betray your kind at Ragnarök. Make sure every dumb, brutish ox around you, who already dislikes you, knows it as well."