Of the Gods

Cause some mischief

You delicately point your finger down at the ground, and the sidewalk on which he stands starts to crack in a rapid line as if a tree were quickly rooting itself underneath.

He is tripped, falls on his face in a dramatic fashion, and you and Loki laugh in amusement.

He looks up and scowls at both of you.

"Damn tricksters..." he mumbles. "Why do they even allow them to live among us?"

He continues to grumble as he dusts off his feathers and stomps off...

His words insight a deep sinking feeling inside you.