Loki really is evil and is mischievous

Mortals possess so little imagination that they reduce destiny to a straight line of numbered squares. Marching down the sidewalk, I stumbled upon a child's crude hopscotch grid drawn in powdery pink chalk—utterly linear and predictably dull. Beside it lay a stout chunk of vibrant ultramarine chalk. Seizing the prize, I dragged the chalk with both hands across the rough concrete, extending their petty numbers into branching corridors, impossible spiral detours, and an inescapable dead-end labeled with the mark of chaos. When the neighborhood youths return to skip through their little game, they shall find their simple hopscotch transformed into an existential labyrinth of my own glorious design.