Something about the new arrival felt ... strange. He was clearly a god and he felt Norse even though Loki was sure he'd never seen him before. What was even worse was that he couldn't identify him by the feeling either. It felt familiar, so very familiar, and yet it matched no god Loki knew.

Loki flew down from his perch in a tree and shifted back to his human shape just in time for the landing. This time, he noticed with satisfaction, he'd managed almost as elegantly as he used to do before his illness.

"Hi there!" he greeted the familiar stranger. "Can I help you?"