"‘Loki is an enemy of the gods, not of people,’ said Vali. ‘When did you ever hear of him acting against men? He kills giants, he kills gods, but men he helps or leaves alone.’"
"If you want to live forever, you’re not paying attention."
"I know you,” said Maddy. “You’re -“
“What’s a name?” Loki grinned. “Wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw it aside, and borrow another. One-Eye knows; you should ask him.”
“But Loki died,” she said, shaking her head. “He died on the field at Ragnarok.”
“Not quite.” He pulled a face. “You know there’s rather a lot the Oracle didn’t foretell, and old tales have a habit of getting twisted.”
“But in any case, that was centuries ago,” Maddy said bewildered. “I mean - that was the End of the World, wasn’t it?”
“So?” said Loki impatiently. “This isn’t the first time the world has come to an end, and it won’t be the last either."
Loki pouts. Mjolnir? Why do they put the symbols of Thor and of Wotan on so many of these beautiful carved things? There are other gods, you know?…
"When is it cold?
When your urine freezes while you’re still urinating.
That’s the measure of cold.
Anything less is just mildly uncomfortable."
"Oh, tell me, what good is a god that cannot even cure his devoted follower of something as simple as diarrhea?"