Loki grinned and started toward the walk, it wasn't far down the road to go. At least not for them, not when they used to walk everywhere. The entire time the little boy was just giggling, swinging back and forth happy as can be.
“I'm fairly certain if she works for that Sumerian, knows who her boss really is and what she really is... and who a fair amount of the clientele is...” He slid Thor a look. The sort of look that said he understood fretting mothers far too well. “She has a fair idea of the sorts of things we got up to just by reading a book or five and is going to worry herself sick in about an hour.”
Rounding the corner, he shrugged, “or maybe she's the type that thinks grass stains, bruises and an occasional mouthful of dirt are good for the soul. My mother certainly. Then again, she had to put up with raising me.” His grin got wider. “For as sickly as she was, she did not put up with any nonsense.” At which point he swung the boy around to the front and questioned why his face was so red -knowing it was all the bloodflow and the laughing, then propped him up onto his shoulder.