Wednesday tipped his glass to the youth. "God of theives, eh? Well, you're my kind of god, then. Give me a no-good cheater and sneak-theif any day. And yes, I am part of the Aesir. I have many names, but right now I'm going by Wednesday. Grimnir Wednesday. You must have met my bastard blood-brother, Loki, though. I bet you two got along just fine. His fingers were always sticky, too. In fact, he has been known to steal the hair off of a woman's head."

Wednesday looked around the lawn, nodding approvingly at the pile of wood. "Its been a while since I partook in a good bonfire. Just watch out that Loki doesn't get anywhere near it. He's a pit of a pyro."