Last Christmas I received a Lego Loki. He joined my shelf of deities - Pan, Buddha, a sacred Hindu cow incense burner and a howling coyote totem - and all was well for about a year.
Alas, Loki has suffered badly at the paws of the kittens. I found his staff by the piano and his robed body lying face-up next to the coffee table, not unlike he lay after the Hulk beat the crap out of him.
His helmet is missing entirely. Oh, the humiliation.