Worse than death... The man clearly had a streak for the dramatic. It was highly amusing. Highly entertaining. Loki's expression did not give any of his amusement away though. The mask of the helpful and pleasant stranger was firmly set in place. "I fear this punishment comes from a different source." He turned to one of the fisherman at the shore. "Gorm," he called out, Romeo still heard it as Italian speech. "Please, would you enlighten this young man as to why he suddenly finds himself far from home."
Gorm, a tall, blond haired man came over to them. The confusion and astonishment of the last week still defined his approach to the couple. He might have been an intimidating man if it weren't for the insecurity in his walk and gaze. Gorm spoke in his native tongue which strangely Romeo would soon notice he understood. "Lord Loptr-" The nickname Loki had often used for himself when he had walked among the mortals and which later had become synonymous for himself. Just not yet. "- of course, you were blessed by the gods, Sir. The Aesir have chosen you and brought you to this place. It is your fate to live among them." There was a hint of fear and one of envy in the man's voice.