Loki tips his head a little as his stance stops, "Oh, you know that's not true."
He was no son of Odin, and once a long time ago he might have wished to have been. This skin he wore now of their color was a burden. The Odinforce, however, was quite powerful. Yet he carried the winter with him not yet certain whether he would return to his home lands after all that had been done. Not yet certain of anything, simply traveling.
"I come with no ill purpose," he merely bows his head with a tiny tilt. His hands, however, are open -- but as if that meant anything from a mage. "But to learn, I would wish. Your most esteemed works of magic do intrigue me."
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He was no son of Odin, and once a long time ago he might have wished to have been. This skin he wore now of their color was a burden. The Odinforce, however, was quite powerful. Yet he carried the winter with him not yet certain whether he would return to his home lands after all that had been done. Not yet certain of anything, simply traveling.
"I come with no ill purpose," he merely bows his head with a tiny tilt. His hands, however, are open -- but as if that meant anything from a mage. "But to learn, I would wish. Your most esteemed works of magic do intrigue me."