Lilitu flops to the floor and whines in an uncharacteristically dramatic display. "Lokiiiiiiiiii. It's going to be ages until I'm at a year as a human. Can't you have a party? Please? And I wouldn't let you feel it if you would let me take you to the sun, I promise."
"I don’t celebrate my birthday every year. Typically in Asgard we celebrate our birthdays every one thousand years, even then I don’t really celebrate it, but whatever. I don’t want a party. I want to take a tub of ice cream and some chocolate cake into my room, lock myself in there and try not to think about my life choices and the fact I’m alive today."












