"No. No, they're not here." Thank everything in the Nine Realms for that. Besides the simple fact that Hela would raze this place with Fenrir at her side, Loki isn't certain how he would manage to cope with versions of those figures who knew him as their father.

He picks up another discarded piece, this time one of the eight warriors that stand at the front of the line, and turns it over in his fingers. They're light, these pieces, light and rather flimsy. "He may have been. He opened our conversation with a blunt question about having a horse child. I thought he was spouting gibberish, or perhaps that Thor had put him up to this prank, until he led me to the library and gave me several books on the subject."

It would be more alarming if Loki had not only just experienced Ragnarok and lived to tell the tale. The myths he'd found had borne some casual resemblance to stories he knows, but only barely, and with that, it's far easier to pretend they were stories told about a different Loki Laufeyson.