For all the strange woman was so brilliantly pale, something about her also spoke of darkness. Something deep, something dangerous. Not unlike the sharp light of the moon reflecting off the ocean, where all you could see was the blinding light but couldn't help but be aware of the abyss that was just under the surface.

Or the things that lurked in the depths.

Loki paused at the questions, head tilting as he considered the stranger. Not looking as himself, blue skin and white hair, dark glossy horns and swirling stripes across limbs, red eyes flicking over the woman consideringly.

"I have." From both sides of the fence, some sticking in his memory more than others. The Old Man had been prolific even outside his storied young, and many of his devoted followers had borne his children either knowing their heritage or ignorant of it.