Norse Mythology — Loki

"Oh dear..." Loki grumbled in a mixture of discomfort and irritation, he had to lean on the palace walls so that he could walk in a straight line (spoiler: even then he couldn't.) "You bastard stallion." He grumbled again.

With one hand on the wall to his right and the other on his swollen belly, he continued walking, cursing and swearing at the equine race a few times. Since the event with the Asgard wall, his hatred of horses had grown immensely, though he still felt a love inside him for the little foal in his belly.

Even so, whenever the colt kicked his belly, he cursed all existence and all creatures. If two legs hurt when a baby kicks, imagine eight hooves.

In any case, the god of trickery hurried to his chambers. Since the 'incident', he had isolated himself—he was the god of jokes, but he would NEVER accept being the punchline of other gods' jokes.