"You want to know what my brother's favourite weapon is? The powerful hammer Mjölnir, often called the lightning rod. The terrible jokes I want to make would disqualify me for the position of entertaining god of mischief for all times." Loki laughed, playing with the end of his whip. "Sometimes it is about what you do. As you have seen, I am a sorcerer. Women use Seidr, magic, on Asgard, but it is considered unmanly. This seems to have spawned the idea that touching my rear end is less dishonorable."
Loki picked up a devise on the table. "It's a bit less pronounced with us. We have warrior maidens and the Valkyries, who are well recognized as women that could take on any male warrior of Asgard. But there is a lot of what you call 'male bonding' still going on. Just, its existence is not really discussed, or recognized. There are no men on Asgard who desire men, and no women who look after women." He put the small machine down. "We do have the lovely word sansordinn, which means to be used as a female. The number of people I have hexed on fire for attempting this..." Of course Loki attracted these attacks, since he did things that did justify people wanting to hit him hard, and at the same time had fun turning men's heads just to anger them by confusing their sexuality.
"I hope this world has been more welcoming to you, mortal... do you have a name, by the way?"