Loki's features softened as he saw his grandson's face. It had only been yesterday since he had seen him and yet it had felt like a world away. He sat up a little more straight. His smile, however, lasted. There had been a time when he had been reluctant to call any of the human children his grandsons. He had preferred to distance himself from mortal children who would grow up only to die a little later. He had seen their weakness and nothing more. But that hadn't lasted very long and now, a life without all the noise in the house seemed empty.
He blinked... over his own thoughts he had forgotten Bill's question. Something about toasts. He glanced at the sad little plate in front of him. He wasn't that hungry anymore. "I think the wolves can have it." Katherine hated that. Food for humanoids should remain on humanoid plates. Loki did not see it that strict.
"Aren't you a little young for that?" he asked with an amused smile and pointed at the coffee.