Cultural References

         
 




          In regard to places Midgardians use me culturally the biggest I can probably think of is the MARVEL comic book character. He actually reflects quite well, even if he is just a mortal.

Oh, Come on. Everyone knows they come to see me. :)

     

           I am not as popular as I was in the old myths, but hey, I found a restaurant with my name on it! It is a little cafe located in Reykjavik, Iceland that supposedly has very good cuisine. Perhaps one day I'll have to make a surprise visit. What do you think? Hehehe....

           Alright, well, I'm sad to say that this is the only reference I could find for modern days is, don't mock me for saying it at all, a lot of.... well, a lot of.... pets are named after me. Dogs, cats, horses, rabbits, llamas, lizards, ferrets, hedgehogs- I even found a monkey named Loki. Perhaps it is a good pet name, but if that is the case, why am I originally a human? I will  admit that naming a horse Loki is understandable, however. That's an entirely different story that I don't think will ever again grace these nine realms. At least, it won't be spread by me. 

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         My responsibilities include doing whatever the heck Odin feels like telling me to do on a whim, not listening and/or doing whatever Odin tells me to do on a whim, causing mischief and making everyone else's lives absolutely horrid. :)
         In regard to the animals and other things related to me I would like to say that was ONE TIME. One time I save the sun, the moon, and the lovely Freyja from being shipped off to Jotunheim and what do the Aesir do? They tease me about it for the rest of my life. Yes, I turned myself into a female horse and had Sleipnir. Yes, the male horse was never heard from again, but, hey, I saved the day. It was either that or death.
          One plant that I guess you could associate to myself would be the mistletoe, but that's a story for a different time.
          I am mostly known by the Nordic people in what is now Norway and Sweden, but I can be compared to several deities that are found throughout Europe.
          I am not one to be trifled with and if you do happen to cross me I can guarantee that I will stab you back in one way or another. Just ask the Aesir and Vanir. I was never one of them, they never accepted me. I was the outcast, the black sheep that was in the background waiting to be called into the lime-light and I made it there, too. Until, of course, Thor had to mess it up and I went back to the shadows, but that's another very different story.
          I do not have what most would consider friends, but I don't seem to have a short supply of enemies (i.e. all of the gods in Asgard and then some. -.-)
          A very distinguishing mark that you won't be able to miss when I come to visit your puny school is the scar that runs zig-zag across my lips. It was put there by a dwarf named Brok. Someone I wasn't able to get back, but, be rest assured, I will someday.

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          I know the above picture isn't the most flattering, but in most of the mortals' drawings I appeared naked. I don't think that would be appropriate in this circumstance. Since this is talking about me the whole time I might as well say that I am the best looking out of the gods. Of course, I was told by one that it was a matter of preference. I believe that means a nice Asgardian woman likes a man who actually shaves. 
          My appearance is varied much by who you talk to. Haha.... Sometimes, you see, I have orange hair. Other times I have black hair or brown hair. Green eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, take your pick. What I really look like you will never know. I like it that way.   
           My family is what some would call dysfunctional. I will admit, however, that I am not a good father and never should have been one. Angrboda and I should have stopped at Fenris. I was pushed into my, ah, loving wife's arms by none other than Frigga herself. Sigyn was sweet, but not what I needed. I needed a woman who understood what was wrong with the other "gods" in Asgard. Therefore, I went to the Iron Wood and found Angrboda. Let's just say one thing led to another and we somehow ended up with three children. Oops. The first one was Fenris, a wolf, which, to be honest, was pretty cool in my opinion. Next was a daughter, Hel, I was okay with that as well (she also became Goddess of the Underworld). Lastly, we had Jormungand, the world serpent and I said "no". That's it. I wasn't doing it anymore. I went home to Asgard and lived out the rest of my days miserable, until, of course, I got bored again. Oops for a second time this post.  
          I am very manipulative and pride myself upon it. I was able, in my own right, to bring down the gods. I have a certain knack for causing what most call chaos. I guess I would call it chaos as well. Oops.          
          
         ((Oh, hi guys. I hacked Loki's account. :) Anyway, I thought I would tell you his weaknesses before he discovers me. You see, Loki would NEVER admit to you, but his cockiness is probably the biggest weakness he has. I don't think there is anything else, but he can be very dangerous when he gets bored because, news flash, he's the god of Mischief. He is also EXTREMELY good at getting himself out of trouble. That's it, I promise. ))