"Of course," Loki said. "My corporal form never feels distorted." He barely remembered his first ever change. He had been a child, playing with magic that had the potential to rip him apart. Everything had been new to him, everything had been an adventure and a wonder. He remembered his mother's delight even more than his own. "It can take time to adjust... to learn how to use a shape to the best of its abilities. But it is nothing more than to learn how to use a tool."
It was different with the ghost now. The loss it had taken to gain it had alienated him from its feel. It was no proper body. It left him a stranger to the world. He did not feel like himself any longer. Only a shadow was what was left.