He finished his bottle and looked over his shoulder seeing if there was anyone worth throwing it at. Usually hed have the tricks to make that kind of shit disturbing worth while but maybe it was best to lay low for a bit so he dropped it beside the couch for now.

"I am Loki," he said with a proud tip of his head and pulled back to sit up high o the arm chair again. A smile finds his face.

"Oh, and yes. That Loki. And this Jesus fellow? I assume you're from Midgard or earth or whatever its called now. Hes not real. But I am!"

So there. Eat that for breakfast, modern religion!