And over the hundreds of years, Loki had perfected his abilities to just such an art form. The humans had long ago dubbed him the God of Mischief for his skills at deceit and his inclination to trickery, and he'd decided to make it a badge of honor rather than an insult.

"It would be more accurate to say 'centuries' really, but that's neither here nor there. I am God of Mischief. I should hope I'm good at it." He looks over to the other man, eyebrow arched questioningly. "And what of you, Tannor? What is your specialty?"