"The highest bidder," Loki says with a burst of false cheer. Connecting himself blithely to humanity seems unwise just now. "The species I am born of are known as Frost Giants. Or Jotun. The realm of Jotunheim is always frozen, always winter."

"I suppose that's why Reynard described me as kin. But I was raised by the Aesir, who you might mistake as human at a glance. But they are not. They are longer lived, far more physically powerful, and many are sorcerers."