"There's the impossible stuff," Magnus says. "Like, when we were in Niflheim to defeat Loki, and someone opened the door to Helheim -- um, that's where most of the dead go -- and I thought I heard my mom's voice, and then later I learned that it's prophesied that I'll be able to talk to her again. I want to know when, and how, and if it can be soon." He picks a few blades of grass and sprinkles them over his lap, distractedly. "And then there's the hard stuff. Like, for example, with Alex, I want --" here he blushes, bright warm. "A lot of things. We've talked about some of them, which was really hard by the way, but there's some I haven't mentioned, because I'm scared. Like maybe they're too much, or things Alex won't want, or will think are weird. Not just, um, sex stuff. Life stuff too."