Loki was an odd one. She got along with most people at the palace, but she counted very few as true friends. None were as quicksilver as she, as chaotic, and so none could keep up. How odd that she should find herself opening up to, and enjoying the company of, a random mortal that she had not even intended to come across. Perhaps this was just one of the mysterious ways that the magic of Yggdrasil moved all who lived on it.

"Do you have the power to negotiate for your people? If you do not, I will take you and the ones who do to visit with my father, he knows more of the ways of Midgard and if it would be possible to take you there."

She would make no promises she could not keep.

"If we can do this, no payment will be necessary. Jotunheim has always acted in the interests of all Yggdrasil's inhabitants, it would be doing our duty."