"Are you going to be her uncle?" Solvi is teasing a bit, but there may be some hope there, too. Jorunn's father is dead, lost in the fight against Hela. Some reliable male influence would be a relief. A little backup. And Loki's statement that they're practically kin has emboldened her a little. "She's a lucky one, then."

"What does that leave for me?" Loki pretends to be indignant. "Am I not at least a godparent?"

"Maybe I'll wait and let her decide," Solvi tells him archly, and he laughs.

"Too late for that. You're stuck with the both of us."

The laughter prompts an excited squeal from Eindrid, and Sigrid gathers him into her arms to keep him from flinging blocks around. A tickle-fight seems to be imminent. Agnarr, meanwhile, studies Thor with eyes too serious and thoughtful for a child his age, but after a moment he gets up from the floor and tentatively comes over to sit next to Thor, saying nothing but giving him an earnest look and leaning close.

"He does not speak just now," Loki tells Thor softly. "But that's all right. He will get his voice back with time."