Runelight

There was something about total loyalty, uncritical devotion, endless patience, perpetual forgiveness and the general inability to believe that a loved one could ever do anything wrong that, frankly, just gave him the creeps.

Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.

There’s an old Northlands saying that goes like this: When lies don’t help. try telling the truth. Loki knew it well, of course, but preferred his own version, which was: When lies don’t help, tell better lies.

If I’m going to die today, the least I can do is look fabulous while I’m doing it.

We’re gods, not saints. Everyone lies. Everyone cheats. Everyone scores off everyone else.

For a moment something almost as rare as the sight that they had just witnessed occurred: Loki was totally lost for words.

Does that mean I can't hammer him?' said Thor. Heimdall scowled. ‘Not yet,’ he said.‘When can I hammer him, please?’ said Thor.

Loki was hurling fire runes and holding a running commentary on her battle, to which no one but him was listening to. ‘And Thor gets in behind Frey and - WHAM! BOOM! That’s got to hurt. And Loki SCORES! This boy’s on FIRE!

Don’t you underestimate Dream,’ she said. ‘Dream is a river that flows both ways, from Order to Chaos and back again. Dream is the wellspring of creation; even Death is no match for it. Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost for ever – that’s the Auld Man telling us that what’s destroyed can be rebuilt – aye, even castles in the clouds!

And now the Old Man recited the prophecy of the Seeress: The Cradle fell an age ago, but Fire and Folk shall raise her In just twelve days, at End of Worlds; a gift within the sepulchre. But the key to the gate is a child of hate, a child of both and neither. And nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost for ever.

You're really that good?" he said at last. Loki shrugged. "I'm Loki.