“When Loki took you from my arms, I thought my world was ending,” Lofn said. The two of you were walking, your arms wrapped around the other’s waist, through the private gardens adjacent to your rooms. The warm breeze made her blonde curls dance through the air and her eyes were liquid joy as they drank in your face. She did not seem to want to look away for fear you would vanish, “I only held you, my precious daughter, for heartbeats before you were whisked away from me. I was distraught, I thought I’d never see you again, that you were gone forever.”
You smiled warmly and seated yourself on a delicate golden bench beneath a flowering pomegranate tree, and Lofn’s skirts swirled gracefully as she eased herself down next to you. She took your hand in hers and tucked some of your hair behind your ear in the gesture of quintessential motherhood.
“Did Loki…..” she began softly, “did he give you to good people?”