People might be surprised to learn that up until now Loki had yet to reveal his identity to anyone. So far, he was only a stranger and acquaintance of Lady Frigga to them. Not, that it didn't already change the mortals behaviour tremendously. Rightfully so, if Loki was concerned. It was good to see the respect the mortal men paid their gods. Soon enough their race would lose their ways.
He had been looking over the sea, arms locked behind his back. A content expression rested on his face. That was soon to be disturbed as suddenly a man addressed him. Or should he have said boy? The age of mortals was often hard to identify. He wasn't from here, that was clear, in the language, in the clothes.
"This village is called Ingoulf," he said pleasantly in what would seem to be for him flawless Italian. "I believe you are surprised to find yourself in the country of Norway, young man." His dress clearly marked him as a traveller from a different time. The god wondered if that arrival had brought the tears with them, not that it mattered much to him. Compassion wasn't something he was known for. He was very selective with the people he bestowed it upon.