"Well as it turns out yes." Loki adjusted his now dry coat, coughed a little and spread his arms in a very much overtly dramatic manner. "I am indeed the same Loki! I am the God of Mischief and Stories!" After the rather dramatic little performance he lowered his arms and scratched the back of his head while adding a bit sheepishly. "Or the Goddess of the same sometimes." Then he shrugged his shoulders and continued. "Now, I might tell you about how I once shot a dragon with a bazooka. It may not be true, but it would one heck of a story!" Calmly the green clad fellow tilted his head to the left and managed a picture perfect so called 'shit eating grin' "Also I'll have you know my lies are very accurate."