Oh, Norns. That little quiver in his voice seems to vibrate right through to her heartstrings. Loki squeezes his hand gently and reminds herself to explain, but later. She neglected to mention to Thor that she had been killed by Thanos until the worst possible moment to reveal it, and that did not help his shock any. "There are many types of gods," she says simply. "But I dare to believe you need not worry about it. I have a long, long while ahead."

Maybe even a few million years, between one trick and another. Which is an insane length of time to Loki, but not inconceivable. What in all the Realms will she have seen, and been, in millions of years? "If I am not permitted to get old yet, neither are you," she says and chuckles softly as he kisses her fingertips.

And then she nods. "I did realize that. That's why I was frightened at first. I do think in the long term sometimes, where others are concerned. For Thor, for the children, for my lovers. I always planned to watch over Harley and Ian for the duration of their lives, even if they cease to desire me romantically. And then Ian's children, after that."

She rests her head again. "I failed my own offspring in centuries past. I had a half-human daughter once, and she had children...but I lost track of the family line, and I regret it bitterly. I may have found one of the descendants. Him, too, I plan to watch over, though I don't think he really wants me to."