Loki smiles, impressed. "You have a good ear. Yes, Æsir." The pronunciation is almost the same, but with the smoothness that comes of learning the word naturally from a young and malleable age. "Though 'Asgardian' is sufficient. I am Loki of Asgard. Thor is my brother. He's here somewhere."

There's a pause as a bolt of some concern travels across Loki's face, there and gone. "I may bear little resemblance to the Loki of your myths, however." Now he sets down the horse's head and slowly and deliberately edges it away from himself. He doesn't have any children, but he especially never gave birth to Odin's eight-legged steed. "That would be a Valkyrie on Asgard," he adds, gesturing to the piece again without touching it.