It was easy to forget, sometimes, that the Valkyrie was centuries or more older than him. As long-lived as their species were, it didn’t really matter, but the reminder was a surprise more often than it should have been.

Loki detangled one hand from his twine and stroked her cheek. Touch tended to anchor her to the present, if she was inclined to deep reminiscence. “They used spears, mostly, and linen thread with hooks, before I showed them nets.