"Oh." There was a disappointment in his voice. He had only played midwife out of necessity, it was nothing he wished he had had to do or what he wanted to be known for. Now, his little stint in Hell... that would have been worth the mention. Thank you for so gallantly overthrowing Hell and freeing the souls of the children.
Loki. Saviour of Lost Souls. Conqueror of Hell.
Now he could put that on his gravestone.
Loki. Midwife. Teleporter of a wrinkly baby.
Not so much. He'd rather people would forget about it. While he enjoyed being a father and even a grandfather, he did not wish to be reduced to it. The children would have his support. They gave him hold. They gave him a reason to better himself. He had gone to war for them, would do it again in a blink of an eye, and if he had to, he would take on the universe itself, if it kept them safe. But he was more than just a caretaker.
He waved a hand at the other man, dismissing the idea that it needed such dramatic display of gratitude. "So, who is it you are related to then?" The man did not look like any of the others.