Prometheus snort-laughs at Thor's response, but his humor is short-lived. "The truth is," he says with heavy sigh, stretching his legs out before him. "Is that the whole lot of them can be bastards at any time. Even Athena. Athena! The goddess of wisdom, Thor, she is brilliant, and even she's been known to fly off the handle if a mortal crosses her." He shakes his head. "Maybe it's different for me, since I made humans, but I simply can't imagine striking down a single one of them. I want them to do better than me. Isn't that what every parent should want for their children? Or a god for their people?"

Ugh, this is depressing. He scrubs his face and sits back up. "Fenrir," he repeats, then blinks. "The giant wolf! Now there's a creature that would have fit right in where I'm from. Fates, am I glad to hear that he was taken care of. I'd have to stay permanently huge if he was out and about for my own safety."

It is touching, to hear Thor speak about raising his children alongside Loki's as cousins. It sounds like a hope from a long time ago, something to be cherished, even if it can no longer be true. He smiles, softly and with understanding. "Do you think you'd like to settle down in that way? Take a wife, or... you know, whatever your personal preference is, and have children? I can tell you from personal experience that raising a child is a unique experience. Creating children out of clay is rewarding, as well, but it's not the same."