“I seem to recall the two of you had a fling, but even if you didn’t, I was... angry at you. So, frog. And I was sent to the Isle of Silence until I agreed to change you back.” It was always an effective punishment. Sooner or later Loki would do anything to be released from the Isle, though on this occasion he’d held out longer than usual.

Oddly, not for resentment. He’d been thinking, and then he’d vented where no one could hear. “There wasn’t much to do there but think, and I realized that Sigyn was my normal. I was no one’s choice, anyone who noticed me disliked me. It wasn’t your fault everyone loved you. It still isn’t.” Loki took a deep breath, then sighed it out. “So I... learned my lesson. I learned not to look or think, and found ways that actually do work, on occasion. And everyone’s been better for it. Particularly you, as you got to stop being a frog as soo. As I felt I could face reality without screaming.”