Easy, Sweetling Loki's voice is calm, though she can feel him tense. Ready and waiting, as Thor nearby rolls to his feet in a crouch. "Who speaks our name?" Thor said quietly.

"Weavers, Son of Odin. Weavers of the paths of men and gods alike."

"The Norns." Loki murmured, though he did not relax, and his tone was quiet for Christine only. "We were told to seek you out, honored ones."

It was odd, as they spoke as one but it was three voices. "So you were, Son of Laufey-and-Odin both."