Defining stories is what gives me power, yes, but perception has little to do with it when the lie changes a thing so completely.

[ He doesn't know how to explain other than to reach out and offer up his hand. ]

Feel me. I'm cold, feel it. Because I am ... what? [ Green eyes peer out of Loki's hoodie, mussed hair tangled around his face as he stares intently for an answer. ] Why is my touch unpleasantly cold?