Oh believe me, I tried. But this world is choosing to keep me here for a purpose. And what better purpose for the God of Mischief to serve on a world, especially one that pulls him in, than to deliver... entertainment.

[He looked down on the gnarring Yasha,jeering tauntingly. He will serve a fine muse for the many, many talents of Loki Laufeyson.]

Besides, I'm a god. You're a god. How do we even begin to forfeit a life destined for immortal abandon?