Loki tilted his head at his visitor. He hadn't meant to upset him. "You do seem vaguely familiar," he assured him. "I just don't have any actual memories. Or maybe I just can't find them?"

The puddle of oil glittered prettily and Loki smiled. "I think I walked on a rainbow once. I remember how it felt under my feet, but I also remember that rainbows are only light. One can't walk on light, can one Polly?"

He wasn't sure why he'd turned Poll into Polly, but it felt right.