Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms.
“Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly.
You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face.
“Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant, “She’s a lady.”
Sif wiggles her finger over your stomach and you watch her silently before laughing and reaching out to take one of her fingers in your hand.
“Agreed!” Fandral throws in, sauntering over to peer down at your face.
You trill delightfully at the addition of third face, hands on a new mission as they stretch