Tricksters always get the short end of the stick
"We were all 'bad guys' once though. And you're content with that? We didn't choose this life. It was assigned to us. Ever since they chose to conglomerate our followings, sent us into hiding, ever since they pigeonholed us in these dead-end jobs to try and be more 'in touch with our followers' *air quotes thrown* we've lost our spark. We were all the rejects from our home worlds, but here? We were gods. People worshipped us, killed for us, lived....FOR US. We used to move mountains, turn the sky red, and now look what we do. Decide which country's turn it is to have a military coup? We've been overworked lately, there's no passion left in what we do."
Loki contemplates for a moment, putting his hand to his chin in a thinking stance. "You're right. When's it our turn to be the chosen ones? It's the same story over and over... Hercules, Maui, Neo..."
You start to see where he's going... at the same time, there's an audible sigh and an eyeball from you both. "Jesus Christ."
Of course, always one to catch wind of his name used in vain, Jesus happens to be walking by and makes eye contact.
"Goddammit" Loki stutters. You laugh at this poetic moment.
Jesus is not pleased.
Loki continues, "But you get what I'm saying here, What are we doing trying to be the main characters in our own stories when we literally have the power to create our own script? Turn this place on its head. Just you and me? The 2 of us against the universe. What do ya say?" he says with a sly wink.
Well, what do you say?
"Oh I don't know, Loki. Partners in crime sounds good, but I'm emotionally drained."
or
"You've got yourself a deal.... partner."