“I almost wish I’d been picked at about it. It could join the pile, and at least I’d have known.” Loki waved a hand, as accent rather than dismissal of the topic. “If you’ve never had the experience of finding out everything about yourself and 1500 years of life is a lie perpetrated by two of the only three people you’ve ever trusted, I don’t recommend it.”

He’d thought he was cursed. And he sort of was, just not in any resolvable way.

Facts were easier to manage. “The blue, I can call out whenever I want, now. I don’t because it’s effort to no purpose, but every frost giant I’ve ever seen could call ice. Shape it, usually into weapons. But I can’t, I don’t know how. I thought I’d address that.”