"He definitely can be better than me, though," Uriel said. "And I don't doubt reaching your skill level would be nigh impossible, but at least I hope he won't be feeling nervous when he introduces himself by a fake name in the age of six thousand."

She then whacked Loki over the head -- very gently, though. She didn't want to really hurt him, after all. "If you think my child is not going to be a warrior, you are very, very wrong," she huffed. "And he will be excellent at it. I'll make sure about that."