Thor sits back, mugs between flesh and metal hands both, watching her work with a small smile on his lips. Keeping up with four children on his own is exhausting, and he is not quite certain how Loki does it. But there has been no shortage of those willing to help, whether it be Mrs Hedgeworthy, Loki's friends, or Thor's own friends. And watching Amelia go about her work with cheer makes it feel as though some of his own burden is lessened from his heart. "You're doing a fine job with them. We should keep a copy of the photos for when..." When Loki comes back. When, not if. He has to believe this.

Una looks a little disappointed at having to give up the phone, but she hands it over reluctantly, twirling the end of one braid between her fingers. "It's okay. It's Sigrid's turn."