"Thou art correct," Loki said, releasing the Rune from his fingers so that it dropped down into his palm, and then clenched his fist around it, breaking the spell. The threads of light disappeared and the night again was plunged into darkness.
"Aye," Loki replied with a nod. "Thou art correct. In time, thou shalt see that we are all connected in one way or another, even if subtly. Some stronger than others. Some spanning from previous births. Viewing the threads 'tis not difficult, though. Knowing how to use them is more so. If it takes thee five years to master the course, t'would be a feat. We are fortunate, for this branch of sorcery, the magic of Runes, 'tis practiced by only a mere handful of sorcerers upon Midgard. In Asgard, 'tis more common. But wherever thou may travel, sorcery is dangerous, Wiccan. Thou not only must master the art, lest thou destroy thyself, but thou doest attract the attention of other sorcerers, who may not have thy best at heart."