Loki was looking through the pools , reflecting shimmering as strands were drawn from the pool and woven into the web of urdr …. A loom and distaff left by frigga and the three Norns udr , Skuld and Verdani . A post once kept by Mimir , the one who taught Odin Runic magic …. And now this … sacred tree of life has become his to guard . So many had thought weaving was women’s work , but that was just Odin’s jealousy showing through. He might be king of the Aesir , but he knew he would never surpass or equal the greatness of this teacher Mimir . And Loki had been chosen to occupy his seat as Norn instead …. Loki felt a sense of curiosity and solemnity, as he peered curiously through the pools , catching fleeting reflections , of one soul …… flickering in and out of different lifetimes …. He could see fragments of who they were , who they are , who they could be …. He stepped a little closer to the pool …. Almost on the verge of entering their world …. The part of fate’s tapestry they knew as reality .