Prometheus and the Fire
Loki lounges back, boots up, smirk dialed to maximum mischief, twirling a tiny flame between his fingers. “Ohhhh you’re going to love this one. A story of heroism, rebellion, and consequences so extreme they make my punishments look like spa treatments. And trust me, I’ve had some creative punishments.” He leans in dramatically. “This one isn’t about me for once, shocking, I know, but about another professional troublemaker. A Titan named Prometheus. And when I say he stole something dangerous, I don’t mean a cookie from the divine pantry. I mean f ire . From Zeus . Yes. That Zeus.” He gives the audience a look, the “you cannot possibly be that stupid” look. “Let’s Help Mortals!” — Mistake Number One “So picture this,” Loki begins, waving a hand. “Mortals huddled in caves, freezing, clueless, trying to eat raw meat, oh the salmonella was tragic. And the other gods? Doing nothing. Just lounging, posing, throwing lightning for dramatic effect.” A fake gasp. “But Prometh...