Her name is Thrud, and as far as he knows, his brother is the one who chose the name. Apparently he put a large amount of thought into choosing it. Which pleasantly surprises Loki, as Thor hardly ever really thinks.

She is his second child, but his very first daughter. His nephew Magni has grown up so fast, and he had been born so long ago Loki's memory is in fact a little fuzzy when it came to Thor's family.

The point is, however, Loki is an uncle. For the second time. And perhaps, he thinks, this time he will be a better one to this certain child than the one before.

He is re-reading one of his favorite books as evening begins to fall over a peaceful Asgard when Thor bursts in, thrusting the day old child into his face. "Brother, just look at her!" he gushes.

Loki shoos the father-daughter team away, trying not to smile too, too wide. It's not that the God of Mischief dislikes children, but like most people, in his life, he is simply awkward around them. "That's very nice of you, brother. I am happy for you. Congratulations," he comments with a large amount of sincerity Thor is not accustomed to.

He smiles appreciatively, holding the baby girl in what appears to Loki as a death grip. He can already tell Thrud is going to be a strong little thing growing up. Like her father.

Thor sighs happily as he stares down at her with love in his big blue eyes that Loki has never seen until this moment. He straightens out the blanket she is wrapped in before very gently holding the infant out to Loki. Thor's little brother accepts this time, quickly marking the page and setting the thick book aside.

She is surprisingly heavy for being so young, but that could simply be Loki's imagination getting the best of him as it often did. He pulls her closer to himself, once more shocked at how warm and...Fluffy, for lack of a more sophisticated word, little Thrud is. He can clearly see why Thor literally has not put her down since he first got a hold of the baby. There is something spectacularly comforting in cradling this little bundle of joy.

Thrud has her father's eyes, strikingly so. They are the exact same shade of blue, and Loki is puzzled but accepting as to why this is evident so immediately after birth. But who is he to judge? Just in Loki's humble opinion, she is going to grow up with his funny looking nose as well, but Thor doesn't need to hear such a thing from him. He will see for himself soon enough.

"She is truly adorable," says Loki, still not quite sure what he is expected to do with her, but aware of the fact that handing her back would not be the correct thing to do.

Thor beams.

Loki feels the child squirm around a bit, and for half a second he is terrified of dropping her. But to his relief, instead Thrud merely takes her incredibly small, pink hand and latches onto Loki's thumb with such ferocity it makes her uncle gasp.

Thrud gurgles in pure happiness.

Thor bursts into laughter, and Loki also starts chuckling despite this slight embarrassment. Thor says, "She has quite the grip. Perhaps a grip strong enough to carry Mjölnir one day."

Loki nods, not being able to picture this tiny thing in his arms someday holding Thor's mighty hammer. But you never know, do you? Thrud could be whatever she wants. But for the moment, she wants to be cuddled up with her uncle Loki, and her uncle Loki would want it no other way.