Ah yes, little Atreus, the warrior boy. Loki had met him and thought of him like a little wolf with sharp eyes and able to move between the shadows. He had fight in him and Loki enjoyed that about him.

"There is a similarity, yes. We both hail from Northern lands and our weapons both hail from dwarven lands."

Although, he doubted Atreus stole his. More likely the dwarves forged them and he purchased them perhaps? Whatever the story, Loki knew his knives were true and focused. A man should never blame his lack of skill on the tools he bore.

"Not bad. Second smallest ring on your first throw? I'd give that an acceptable."

Loki licked his lips and felt a smirk tug at his lips. Ben was skilled no doubt, yet so far no one had thrown a straight bull.