“Of course she was! She had the most beautiful red-gold hair, everyone agreed, and she was very proud of it.” A whopper, confidently told, tended to confuse people, they doubted and checked their memory on purpose. “Until she made me angry - some insult or other - and I crept into her room while she slept, shaved it all off, and burned it. Remember that?” Obviously not.

Loki didn’t wait for a response. “She was absolutely enraged, the more so because it wouldn’t grow back. Mother intervened and insisted I fix what I’d done, but then as now I was no healer. I also couldn’t find the right color of gold, apparently. So instead I went to Niflheim through one of those paths I know,” a truth, he did know a path to Niflheim, “and took a shadow. There were so many, no one would miss one. I made that shadow into hair and attached it to her head, again while she slept because I didn’t fancy getting stabbed by her.”

Loki nodded mock solemnly. “That trick ended up on me, though, because everyone agreed the dark hair suited her much better, and now no one even remembers her lovely gold hair.”