"Some of them have heard of me," he said, smirking a little, just a hint of pride in his voice - knowing that he became so well-known that it extended beyond the vikings was enough to give him more than a little ego boost. "Those that haven't can appreciate my many talents," he added with a bigger smirk.
The best part about being known was that it didn't seem to be the whole pantheon that people had heard of, it was only a few of them - sure that tended to include Thor and Odin, but he was there too, one of the well known was, the one everybody thought was cool. He may have decided on that last part himself.
"What are you teaching?" He finally remembered to actually change the subject from himself.
Hel would hope that students would know who Loki was, however it was possible that they may not. This place was not a place full of Vikings. No, there were many other students from many different backgrounds, but that some of them knew the Norse gods, or at least Loki, meant that there was hope. And of course she could not forget the young Viking, Beowulf. That was a comforting thought.
“I have decided to call my class Death Rituals and Afterlives. It is what I know most about.” It was not odd that she would teach what she knew. Was that not how the concept of teaching worked, after all? It was perhaps a grim and morbid topic, however she knew much information about the subject. She would, of course, consult other sources to gain more information than just what she knew. She wanted to branch out to other pantheons and perhaps other religious affiliations of her students.
"The students here are a little odd, I'm sure they'll love it." Loki grinned - he could think of several students off the top of his head that probably would really enjoy Hel's class. It might be a surprise to some people that Loki, who loved himself so much, would bother to keep track of students and what they were like, but he always needed people to prank, and knowing a little about who you were tricking usually made it easier to trick them.
He was glad that there were already people who'd probably go for that class, or he'd have to go around enchanting people to want to, just so that Hel wasn't disappointed, and that would take up a lot of effort - he'd do it, of course, for Hel, but he didn't necessarily want to.
Hel was glad to know that there would be students who would enjoy her class, though she would not find them odd in the least. She understood the thirst to learn regardless of the subject. Some were a bit more preoccupied with death than others and Hel found nothing wrong with this. As a child she herself had been a bit preoccupied with death. It was perhaps fitting that now she was goddess of the dead.
“I am pleased,” she told her father. She was pleased that students would be interested. If they were not then there was little point in teaching a class. She did not care to teach students that did not want to learn what she had to offer.
“I should go,” she decided suddenly. “I have much yet to discover and I fear I have overstayed my welcome.” She did have much to discover about how the school worked and to rethink her concept of time to something more like a mortal’s way of thinking. However, she was glad to have seen her father. Perhaps now that they were both here she could gain a close relationship with him.
Loki nodded, thinking that she'd actually picked a pretty good subject for her - he knew she wouldn't have the patience to teach anybody who didn't want to learn, and teaching a slightly more obscure subject limited the number of people who'd be there for no reason, the only people taking that class would actually want to take it.
"You've never overstayed your welcome, Helly!" he told her sincerely, "but if you want to go finish exploring the place, I'll be right here. Figuratively speaking of course, I don't stay in my office all the time."
Hel appreciated her father’s sincerity. There was little sincerity in her line of work, so to speak. The dead did not care much. They were concerned about their afterlives and their souls. They cared little for the mistress that took care of them and was kind to their souls. Hel did mind. She felt that if she had been mortal then perhaps she would have felt the same. She did not blame them.
“Thank you, Father.” She did not expect him to stay in his office all of the time. He was a god and deserved more space than this office. However, she understood what he was trying to say. “If I need you, I will find you.” She lingered only a moment longer, then she turned and left. She still had much to do and time was of the essence.