Curious. That is, perhaps, a difference. I have never noticed such a thing with the magics of my home. [He smiles crookedly.] It is nature. It is what it is.

[Magic isn't what drove him mad, after all. He needed people for that.]

Ah, I see. So you are unusually strong.

I am rather an anomaly, myself, but without good reason like you have, it would seem.

[Loki nods.]

What I discovered first was bending light. It comes quite naturally to me. I was a terror as a child because of it. And it's quite a flexible way to work.

One can be invisible, [He vanishes abruptly, though he has little doubt now Luke would be able to track him despite this simple trick; the mortal is quite powerful.] and then create images. [He makes a perfect image of himself, standing about five feet away.] It's tactically useful.

[He reappears, the illusion Loki shattering and disappearing at a wave of his hand.]

Of course, it's more flexible than that. A bit like art. [He does what he did for Ikki the previous day, spreading his hands and bending the light between them, this time making the shimmering image of fish swimming in the air.] And of varying sizes, of course, though I noticed here I can't make anything too large and complex.

[For him, this is life at its best, magic for its own sake. He relaxes almost imperceptibly, genuine joy lighting his expression.]