The Punishment of Loki

Please allow me to introduce myself. You will have heard already of some of my crimes. I confess that I am proud of them, despite what others say. It was I who cut off the golden hair of Sif, the goddess of corn. And I was the one who stole Freyja's necklace. Idun with her golden apples of immortality was kidnapped by none other than me. And didn't I sting Brok, and do everything I could to spoil Thor's thunder-clapping hammer?

Yes, if you do not recognise my face, as dark as a burnt-out tree, and my eyes which dance like flames, you will know me by my deeds. I am Loki, god of fire, mischief, and all those things that are naughty but fun. Some, I am afraid, say that I am bad. Look, my life was never easy. I always had a bit of an identity crisis. And I still don't know whether I am the son of Odin or his brother. Am I a god or am I a giant? If I 'm half and half of these two groups bound to war throughout the ages, and where does that leave me?