FEELS LIKE COMING HOME

A whimsical amusement kicks up in Loki at the thought of himself as a priest, and he grins. "I would make a terrible priest, I'm afraid. My knowledge is of a more... personal nature." He cocked his head to the side, studying her. Was she religious, so that the idea of him claiming godhood offended her? If she was, no doubt he'd already lost whatever slim chance he had at some... fun, so he may as well have fun of a different nature. Mess with her a bit. His fangs flashed in a devilish grin. "You see, lovely, my family and I... we are more than simple wolves, we are gods from the north. The far, far north," he clarified. His eyes were gleaming as he warmed to the story.


Oh, Loki, you just can't leave well enough alone, can you? Always poking at everyone, trying to awaken the raging bear.



"Speech"

It's in my nature