That Hob is older than he looks is not something that surprises Loki much. After all, he looks human and is 1000 years old. Having someone else say they have a similar experience isn’t something that Loki thinks too much on. Rather it is just another thing to learn. Of course, he will be surprised if he ever finds out how Hob came across his immortality. The idea that the Lord of Dreams had convinced Death to let him live for an undetermined amount of time is something Loki would no doubt find endlessly fascinating.

Right now, Loki is much more interested in learning other things about Hob. Namely about his family. The woman must have been special if he chose to be with her knowing that he would greatly outlive her and their child. Loki smiles at Hob’s description. “Children who are handfuls are the ones that grow up to be the most interesting.” He means that as a compliment. Loki himself had been described as a handful and rightfully so. Though he’s unsure anyone other than maybe Frigga thought he might be good at heart.

“No, I don’t supposed that is something that would be expected.” Loki’s eyes drift over towards the boxes again as Hob puts the picture away. Despite how sad his new friend sounds, this whole experience is making him even more curious to find out what is in his own box. And yet he still hesitates. “I do not know what it means, but I suspect they are watching for our reactions. It would at least explain why some seem so personal.”