#brokenliesmith

Note: you may see multiples of these with different tags because I haven’t properly greeted everyone previously, so I’m going to try here.))

Ooh, the trickster. Howdy. Afraid I'm not on duty right now, so I probably won't be of much use to you, honey.

     Fandral stopped on his way down the stairs, hearing a noise from below, but no voice followed. He put a tentative hand on his sword, just for security measures. "Hello," Fandral called, waiting at attention for a voice to respond or a form to appear around the corner.

 "...Loki." Steve said, frowning at the god, his hand tightening on the strap of his shield before he nodded his head towards him. 

"How many of us are there?  No matter, I suppose.  My name, as you should well know, is Loki.  Loki Liesmith, Loki Silvertongue, Loki of no father nor mother.  As to what I am called..."  Icy eyes took in the mirror-form before him.  "Trickster.  Trick, if only to avoid confusion with the myriad of others who claim the term 'trickster' to define themselves.  And you, twin-mine?  How should I call you?"