Hanging around the neatly-kept gardens, he glanced around, sly smirk on his face. Probably hiding from some minor God that he had angered with his ‘harmless’ tricks again.

He noticed a familiar sight, and realised that it was his you, his childhood friend. It had been a while since the two of you last spoke, ever since your descension into Midgard for further cultivation and your fascination with mortals. How long had it been since he had seen his lovely, dearest friend? Perhaps 500 years or more? Not that he was counting the days in his diary by any chance. An opportunity to reconnect!

A grin on his face, he shapeshifted into Odin and slunk down a tree, solemnly approaching you like the stoic and serious Allfather his uncle was. He’d never miss an opportunity to tease you, of course.