It is obvious from the time Loki learns to walk that she is not going to be very good at it. Normal toddlers fall, and often; she does it more, and longer. She has been practicing at walking for years before she can cross a floor smoothly nine times of ten, even if she does not sprawl completely every time she missteps.
She winces when she trips, not so much out of embarrassment or because she's hurt herself, but because the reactions are never good.
"We can," says Frigg. "I have done it. You can touch my cloak of feathers if you like, but you cannot use it, because it is not yours. And you cannot make your own, because you are not a sorcerer."
"Because that is how it was when things began, and next you will ask me why it was that way, and I will tell you that I was not there and do not know."
"If everyone agreed that it was okay for anybody to spear their enemies or magic themselves into birds, would that be it or would other things have to happen?" asks Lokibell, tapping her chin.