Loki played with one of the golden lockets in her hair. She had sat down on the edge of a table, careful not to push anything on it out of the way.
"Did you fall out with your fellow men?" An intelligent man with a bitter or mean streak, Loki knew very well how easy it was for this type of person to go down the mad scientist route. Then again, those wouldn't exactly 'wish' to be recognized, they considered there genius above those of pretty much everyone else. "And you have no desire to return?"
The fire god nodded his head, lockets making soft chiming sounds like silver bells. "It is not as easy... once we are reborn, we do not remember our former lifes, we are just aware that there are cycles, and that all that is has been before. But to make prophecies fail, you have to move heaven and earth." She grinned, almost proud. "I must say once or twice, I have managed to. Not my own, though, but I work on it."
Now, it was Loki's time to laugh. "You are asking logic from a people whose highest pleasure it is to fight, and whose biggest reward is to fall in battle and go to Walhalla, where they will do nothing but drink and fight some more until the worlds collapse. I am of an enemy race, and I use magic, like a woman would, and thinking, which is despised by man and women alike. Suffice to say, they never liked me." While talking, Loki forgot that he actually was a woman right now.