"Beautiful," he whispered, leaning down so he could lift the newborn from Hermione. She felt light as air in his arms and smelled of fresh linen. As he peered down at his daughter, he felt the universe tilt, everything falling into place in an instant as her eyes flickered open. With a strange fascination, he observed as she transformed her blue skin to mimic his current Asgardian façade. The irony was not lost on him. "Hermione—" he began but was interrupted.