Loki

Loki was playing it low-key, creeping around the palace, checking whether his adoptive father Odin was in. Much as he'd hoped, Odin was once again completely absent, whereas he could hear the sounds of his adoptive mother coming from the bedroom.

Loki smiled. His mother was a character straight out of Norse Milfology. Frigga by name, frigger by nature. He transformed himself into Odin, just as he'd done so many times before, and while his father might turn a blind eye to Frigga, Loki, like the mortals, worshiped her.

Those mortals had even named a day of the week after her, and Loki thought she was worthy of one, unlike Odin and Thor. Loki had even started to think of her as His Girl Friday, as so many phrases with Friday seemed to apply to his mother, such as Thank God It's Friday, Friday I'm in Love, and when he thought of her in the bedroom especially, Freaky Friday.

Her moans filled the royal palace, as Loki, the master of disguise, entered the bedroom as Odin, and saw her shining with perspiration, as she squirmed in ecstasy, squealing with delight.