GOA: Loki the Outcast

The siren shrieked in pain once more, then the luminous bubble around it began to dissipate. "Come," Loki said. "That beast won't be happy when that force field is gone." "It doesn't look all that happy right *now*," Tate commented. Loki smiled. "No, it doesn't. Come." Tate followed the guy who said his name was Loki, and when they were far enough from the siren to be affected by its song, Tate asked him about that. "Isn't the name Loki from *Norse* mythology, not Greek?" "Yes, that's right." "I thought all the gods who lived on Mars were from Greek mythology." "They are. And so am I. I just didn't really get mentioned in the religion. That's why I went over to the Norse. But, of course, *they* didn't really much care for me either. Apparently, I was too much of a rogue." "It's said that Loki was a trickster, someone who made trouble," Tate said. "Yeah, well, that's from *their* point-of-view. Just because I wanted to do things *my* way, they treated me like an outcast. Even branded me as a troublemaker. Bah!" He kicked some sand, showing his anger. "If anything, *they* were the troublemakers. Pretending to be almighty beings." "You mean they're *not*?" Loki looked around, seeming overly paranoid. "We shouldn't talk about this here. They might be listening. Come with me." He started walking away, and Tate followed.