"I suppose it must be," Loki said. "I've never really gotten around any other way." Other than teleporting, of course, but that was an entirely different matter, for convenience more than anything else. He smiled. "Horses have their own personalities... so often, it depends upon the horse. They're very like people in their own way. You have to find one that you can love and respect, and that will love and respect you, because ultimately you're a... team. You understand each other without reservation or judgment and communicate without the need for words. And then together, you fly." As he spoke, his smile became far off, then he laughed and shook his head. "Though it is perhaps overly romantic to put it that way."

The thought tugged sharply at his heart, unexpectedly. Of all things, after all that had happened, he missed his horse.

He listened to Soma's description with interest, idly sketching a few lines with his pen as he did so. "It sounds very nice. Like a good home."