It would be a fitting punishment for the trickster and one he would be horrified by all the same. To have his ability to preform taken away was almost the same as saying your no longer a man. Though knowing him once he realized he could still preform for her he would be home much more.

It had been a terrible miscalculation indeed, he had only intended to be chased by Svaðilfari through the woods till dawn not to be caught by the supersized stallion and given child. Being trapped in the form of a mare until he birthed his first child. No Loki had not planned it that way, he had not been ready for children yet and knew not how to handle what had happened so he simply gave his son away, as horrible as it was. He would likely not share that he didn't remember her but he expected she already knew as they barely ever saw each other before the wedding.

"I shall as well." He picked the mead up off the table once he had shed his pants, he saw no need for modesty before his wife. It was nothing she had not already seen before. Moving into the bathroom with the mead he slipped himself in the warm water, which felt like he had died and gone to Valhalla after all that cold, his long crimson locks floating about in the tub like blood. as he took a drink from his mead. "If they fit not we shall have them hemmed for you."