<span style="color: #00BF00">“So I’ve been told.”</span>Loki said in reply.<span style="color: #00BF00">“Though usually it’s followed by some threat or promise to of revenge, all of which have yet to be followed through.”</span>He added as though discussing something mundane and unimportant. Over the centuries the God of Mischief had proved a fitting individual for the title. Chaos and mischief went hand and hand, and not from behind was Loki. He couldn’t remember if the name had come before or after he had started playing the trickster card, but that hardly mattered now.<br/><br/>As the woman came closer, Loki raised a brow. It was hard to tell what she was planning. Another outburst of anger? Fear? Worry? Midgardians could cycle through all these and more in the span of single moment. As it turned out, she was more concerned with his ability to catch up to her despite the structural obstacles around them. Loki eyed the buildings as she spoke, pointing out everything he would have needed to do in order to reach this point, and even then he would have likely missed her. He also didn’t miss how she had gotten closer, forcing him to look down on her smaller form.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Normal is such a subjective term, though by your standards I suppose I don’t really follow them. But, if a world where monsters and men work side by side, and blind woman fade into nothing, is anything really normal?”</span>He returned. Aside from his trickery and illusions, Loki was also a Liesmith, a Silver Tongue, the Prince of Lies. This had helped him slip out of situations in the past, turning someone’s words on themselves, or talking his way out of something, it was a skill he enjoyed. He knew he was avoiding questions, twisting them around as he saw fit. Endlessly frustrating for some, and irritating for others. Loki wondered which camp this woman would fall into, and if she would call him out for it.<br/><br/>Her explanation was a little unexpected, her softened expression only adding to the feeling. Loki truly didn’t care where or even why she had stolen the money. He was a god, what did he care for frivolous actions of mortals? And why had she confessed to him? Was he supposed to feel pity? To enact some sort of divine judgement and punishment? The woman’s expression told Loki she was expecting something.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“That would depend, what do you want me to do? Tell you you’re wrong, that you’ve committed a great sin? Call the authorities? Make a scene and act the innocent witness?”</span>Loki laughed.<span style="color: #00BF00">“Hardly.”</span>His own record was far from spotless.<br/><br/>He was curious about her situation though. Surely she was much too young to be out on the streets on her own, though Midgardian ages were hard to pinpoint. Where was her family? Why had they left a blind woman to fend for herself like this? Of course matters of this sort weren’t really Loki’s domain, or something he really knew how to get at. Emotions and the like were almost foreign to the god.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Quite the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into all things considered. How is it someone such as yourself ended up here, alone?”</span>He asked.