[ooc: omg I’m so sorry for the wait, I’ve been sick <3 ]
Loki nodded, giving what he hoped was a disarming smile. “Well, my grandfather used to tell me the old stories when I was little,” he said, drawing on both Nish’s memories, and also his own memories of being her grandfather. It was a strange thing that he’d managed to get used to over the centuries he’d been doing this. Getting to know the person he inhabited, sharing their lives in arguably the most intimate way possible, using them to groom the next generation for his eventual transfer, and then being with them right up to the moment of their death, seeing them off gently like an old friend. The experience had the surprising side effect of teaching him compassion and humility, something he hadn’t expected when he started this. He actually cared about his hosts.
“What about you,” he asked before the pause got too long, “what got you into the mythology? No wait, let me guess, it was those Marvel movies, right?” He laughed, remembering how fun it had been when he and Nish had watched them with morbid fascination and enjoyed just how much they’d butchered the actual events. Still, they both thought that as far as actors go, Tom Hiddleston sure was fun to look at.