"He's a loving child," Loki says fondly, eyes soft, and nods. "And they all are quite attached to you now."

"Yes, I was thinking of the ship as their birthright, although...perhaps that's not accurate, since it's something that didn't exist at the time they were born."

"But I was thinking of Odin, as well. We had some disagreements on what my birthright, if any, was." There's only a flicker of bitterness, here and gone, because the day is good, the sea smells fresh and sweet, and he is in loving company.