You lie to me, Loki, God of Mischief?! How dare you!
[They giggle as well, continuing and upping the ante.
As she shifts gears, though, Loki mirrors her, their expression more thoughtful. There is a simple answer they could give to this question that she wouldn't like, that isn't necessarily what she's asking. A man could very well become a god, if enough people believed him to be one. So, they'll go about it a different way.]
My father created humanity. That's standard godhood stuff, yeah? Suppose you could start arguing we're simply another species, get into all the alien theories and the like. And that's one story. One story amongst many others. Above all, we are beings of story.
It's possible then, that we did not exist until someone told our tales one day. That it was humans who created us, and we sprung to life from their belief, filled with memories of all the years prior. That's another story.
It doesn't really matter, though, does it? The fact of the matter, if you can call it a fact, is that I am a frost giant born in one realm and raised in another by a man who once slept with the Earth herself. I have memories that stretch back to the invention of the wheel. I wield magic strong enough to shape reality itself. I have witnessed the end of the universe, and its rebirth. Am I a god then?
What do you think? And would I lie to you? That is, after all, what you're claiming.
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[They giggle as well, continuing and upping the ante.
As she shifts gears, though, Loki mirrors her, their expression more thoughtful. There is a simple answer they could give to this question that she wouldn't like, that isn't necessarily what she's asking. A man could very well become a god, if enough people believed him to be one. So, they'll go about it a different way.]
My father created humanity. That's standard godhood stuff, yeah? Suppose you could start arguing we're simply another species, get into all the alien theories and the like. And that's one story. One story amongst many others. Above all, we are beings of story.
It's possible then, that we did not exist until someone told our tales one day. That it was humans who created us, and we sprung to life from their belief, filled with memories of all the years prior. That's another story.
It doesn't really matter, though, does it? The fact of the matter, if you can call it a fact, is that I am a frost giant born in one realm and raised in another by a man who once slept with the Earth herself. I have memories that stretch back to the invention of the wheel. I wield magic strong enough to shape reality itself. I have witnessed the end of the universe, and its rebirth. Am I a god then?
What do you think? And would I lie to you? That is, after all, what you're claiming.