Loki laughed somewhat dryly. "I should hope not." He shook his head, darkly amused. "One supposes they knew there was something terribly wrong with me as well. I was apparently shamefully small and sickly. I assume that was why I was abandoned to be consumed by the elements. Or perhaps they hoped their enemies would dash my brains out, though why they didn't do so themselves I cannot begin to imagine."

And instead he'd been taken in by Odin, to become a weakling among the Aesir. Continued life was something of a gift, but it hadn't really put him any closer to finding a people who liked his sort of monster.