Hank wasn't far from the mark, only they weren't actually gods, but simply otherworldly beings from another planet. Of course, their longevity, durability, and metabolisms gave them, by comparison to humans, decidedly godlike qualities, along with their other abilities, so it wasn't a far stretch for the man to make.

Loki was a master of magic, of illusion and transformation. He loved playing tricks on people. The God of Mischief was a fitting enough title, and he was the sort of man who liked to press all the buttons of an entire planet just to see which combination made it explode...

"Heavens, no." He shook his head, grinning as he returned with the beer. "At least not yet. Do try not to bore me."