smartass_captain

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A Winter spirit that can turn into solid ice to mess with people. Loki feels vaguely put-out now. He should have thought of that schtick himself, damn. Well, that settles it. Whether he should speak to this North or not, he's bloody well going to, if the opportunity arises.

"So much can happen in two years," he murmurs his understanding. "I will do my best to comply with your request."

He wouldn't want anyone telling a younger alternate of him all the madness that lies in store for him. He absolutely understands. However, being a god of mischief, he can't promise anything. Still, what he can and has offered is a good faith effort. Unless a good reason comes along, he won't betray any secrets to the other Kirk. Besides, there are always better pranks to be played.

Loki chuckles at the question. Was that a backhanded comment, or just a statement of fact? "I do not know all gods," he says. "But I would venture to say arrogance runs in my family, on Father's side."