"Loki."
"I have known you for—" He calculated. "Long enough to call you my friend." He gestured at the field — the thousand people, the fires, the food, the laughter, the sleeping children, the veterans and refugees and newly named defenders all existing in the same space without tension. "Now this."
"Now this," Satou agreed.
"The child will be extraordinary," Loki said with complete confidence. "How could they not be? Their father defeated an Ancient God. Their mother could outplan half the demon lords I know." He paused. "The universe should probably be mildly concerned."
Jessica, from Satou's other side, laughed softly — careful not to disturb the child in her lap.
"What about you?" Loki said, looking at her directly. "How are you feeling about all this?"
