Само Локи стоеше отстрани и се смееше. Смехът му беше по-смъртоносен от меч или копие за самомнителните богове. Нямаше нищо чудно в това, че са го оковали.

Only Loki was not a fighter. Only Loki stood at the sides and laughed, a laughter more deadly to the self-important gods than any sword or spear. No wonder they had chained him.

There is a killer in every cowardly man, waiting for the right set of circumstances when the time has been drained of the possibility of reprisals and he feels free to act.

Men who have never had to fight love a weapon. They love to hold it in their hands, feel its balance and speculate on the damage they might do, were they called to do it.

The fetters have burst