"We could be immortal, and we wouldn't be aware of it." Loki said.

"Yet,we are immortals." I said.

"Exactly," Loki said. "And I don't know what you are."

This conversation came to light when we were discussing a 'what if' possibility. This what if is; what if we were living ordinary lives thinking we were mortals only to find out through some circumstance that we were not just mortals?

I laugh putting the bowl on the table.

"Loki," I said. "You might as well know the answer already."

Loki frowns.

"No," Loki said. "I do not."

I walk back to the kitchen shaking my head with the cooking gloves on.

"What about bed time stories?" I ask, taking off the gloves.

"Are you kidding?" Loki said. I put the gloves into the drawer then shut the drawer back into it's place. "Most of the ancient beings in the bed stories I've heard are either enemies of Asgard or long gone."

I grab two bowls out of the above cabinet then shut the cabinet door.

"There has to be some good ancient beings in those bed time stories," I said, using the side of my arm to balance the two bowls and grab all the other stuff.

"Unfortunately most of the bed time stories were about lessons." Loki said, with a sigh.

"Just like all stories are." I said.

Loki turns the chair towards me with his left arm on the side.

"So not true," Loki said. "All stories don't have lessons; they have messages and distract us from whatever hardship we're in."

I put the bowl on the table including the other stuff with the gravy and the lettuce among other things. Our discussion actually turned into something that let me learn more about Loki through a casual way. The more I learned about Loki the more I thought he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Even though Loki is a stubborn teenager hat by far does not set the expectations for him at all because really I just expect he'll walk out of my life when he's an adult and we go our separate ways.

"What about your parents?" Loki asks. "What kind of bed time stories did they tell you?"

Considering I grew up in an era similar to Loki's but more mortal and danger oriented I had some ways to tell mine.

"Oh just the ones relating to the era I was in a child in," I said.

"Era?" Loki asks, twirling his fork in the pasta.

I take a bite out of the salad I made.

I swallowed the bite.

"Didn't I tell you I have been alive for quite a long time?" I ask.

"No," Loki said, leaning forwards. "You look quite mortal to me."

I smile.

"Looks can be deceiving," I said, and then take a sip from my glass of milk.

"You even seem more of a Midgardian than an ancient being," Loki said. "Or are you just good at hiding it?"

"I've lived long but much shorter than you," I said.

"Less than a thousand?" Loki said.

"Less than a thousand," I said.

"Nine thousand two?" Loki guess.

I laugh getting another bite out of the salad.

"I didn't say more than a thousand." I said, holding the fork.

"I thought you did," Loki said, as I take a bite. "Nine hundred two?"

I shook my head chewing.

I gulp down the crunch.

"How about I tell you a couple months before you an adult?" I ask.

"Two months," Loki said.

"Two months it will be," I said. God am I going to miss Loki. "I can give you a hint; it involved dragons."