Harvest Moon Dripping Stars

A superstitious shudder sent her hackles up at his words. It was certainly a strong possibility that the changes were Loki meddling in the world somehow, sowing chaos and uncertainty and quite possibly death. The absolute strange nature of it, the mischief that Tyrfing saw in it, that was certainly Loki's style. "It is very generous of him, if so," she said, careful to say nothing that might offend the aforementioned jotun, particularly if Tyrfing's use of his name had attracted his notice. Loki's "gifts" were as likely to turn on you as they were to bless you, and it was never good to attract negative attention from him. "I could see it being so. Perhaps we should make an offering to him to... show our appreciation for his gift." Or rather, to appease him.