Loki & Wanda
Loki laughed at the thought of naughtiness being within limits, and any faded traces of sadness were erased in an instant.
"I suppose that some concessions must be made," she said, briefly resting a hand on Wanda's shoulder to comfort her. Her touch was as light as feathers, which was all the better to steal things or pick pockets with. Not right now, of course. "I think it would be the norm to be frightened. And yet, all will be well. You will weather this as with all other things, and your children will want for nothing."
Good Norns. That sounded awfully close to a blessing. Loki considered she was likely more skilled at long-term curses. Oh well. Might as well try to aim for some semblance of good and see if anything benevolent managed to stick? Somehow or other.
"As for that gift...I suppose it was rather obvious," admitted Loki, while looking sheepish. She liked her gifts as well, and the golden, bejeweled brooch from Natasha was pinned front and center on her dress. It went well with the dainty gold bracelets and emerald earrings she wore. "You're quite welcome. Honestly? I've held onto that far longer than I needed to, when I've no use for it. It will aid the three of you far more than it ever would, adding to the clutter of my pocket dimension."
A space that was infinitely larger than any of Stark's warehouses, and was piled to the tippy top with nearly a thousand years of basically everything.