Cold won't inconvenience, Loki. Driving precipitation might, or powerful winds. He's more fond of a still, quiet, snowy landscape than sleet actively pouring down on his head. Either way, though, only time will tell how he reacts.

"How long have I been personally interacting with them here or in my own world as well? Here, since my arrival. In my own world...I don't know, eight or nine centuries, off and on. Less so in more recent years, I suppose, after I was told to keep my hands to myself in no uncertain terms."

"What's that look for? A god can't give a gift to a human without it being some sort of spiritual transaction now?"