Loki almost grinned, but it was just more of a smile. He was delighted, though. Sigrun was, as he suspected, the first person to listen to his words without assuming she knew better. Kindred spirits, almost. If a Valkyrie and a god of mischief could be such a thing.
"I've read and re-read the old myths dozens of times by now. Some of it makes it sense. I can see it, where it leads to in my dreams, but the things I dream of seem to exist in a world apart from that. The similarities are there, a little, but the Loki I am in my dreams is not much like the Loki one would expect."