"She has grown so much," Loki murmured, smiling down at the basin.
"She's an adult now," Cassandra replied, standing close to him.
Both were watching Astrid from their small place in Valhalla. She was sitting in the living room, reading a book.
"But I am confused that she has not a mate yet."
"She always liked to be independent and not have to take care of others. She loves it to be free."
"I guess she got that from me." Loki looked down.
"She got many traits of yours. Magic, strong will, but I've always asked myself if... if she was also immortal like you."
"I was not immortal. No one is, not even gods. We only age slower, but I understand what you mean."
"And?"
"I am not sure. She will not age as quickly as normal humans."
"Figured as much. I mean, everyone must have mistaken her for my granddaughter."
"Astrid will also not be affected by human ailments. I think she can reach an age of more than a thousand years."
"How old were you when we first met?" Cassandra suddenly asked, grinning at her husband.
"10469 years," Loki said matter-of-factly.
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Okay, yes, I know that pretty much sucked, but I needed some sort of beginning. The rest is going to be better (I hope)