When I was around 6 or 7 my parents told everyone my godfather was the god Loki. Everyone laughed and this joke carried on for ages. Though it wasn't until my 10th birthday that something unexpected happened. The morning when I woke up, I found a cool but casual outfit laid out with a note that said to wear it. It was a pair of blue jeans, a black thrasher shirt and a black and red plaid button up. I put the shirt and pants on, tied the button up around my waist, and put on the black converse beside my bed. I went out and went to the living room my parents were sitting on the couch all dresses and ready to go. "I see you liked your outfit, we are going to have a very fun day!" my mom exclaimed. The doorbell rang my parents looked at each other as confusion spread across their face. "Did you invite anyone over honey?" dad questioned. My mom shakes her head no as the three of us go to the door and open it. You can imagine the look on my parents faces when they see Loki the god of Mischief standing on our doorstep with present in one hand and his scepter in the other, and a big smile plastered on his face. Where he saw me he handed me the gift. "Happy birthday goddaughter and be careful it can be rather overprotective." He said as disappeared in an instant. After we all got over the stun of Loki showing up, we go to the living room and sit back down to open the gift I was given. After unwrapping the box, I open it to find a couple of toys, some crystals, but my favorite was the snake necklace. The necklace was pure metal and the snake was made out of a emerald green and black crystal. It came with a note that said, if you ever need me hold this and say Loki and I'll be there. He wasn't lying. Every graduation, holiday, birthday, celebration, you name it and he came. Guess you can say gods don't take jokes lightly.