[A mother was still a mother, no matter what her son may or may not have done. Once he got close enough for her to reach she pulled him into tight hug. Hearing him say mother again almost brought tears to her eyes. That last argument where he'd defiantly told her such a bold face lie had stung more than she would have ever let on. His motives had been clear. No matter what he thought he was always so terribly easy to read. ]
It is good to see you, Loki. [She pulled back, still keeping hold of both his hands, and looked him over in that way only a mother could. There had been changes, that was as clear as day.]
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It is good to see you, Loki. [She pulled back, still keeping hold of both his hands, and looked him over in that way only a mother could. There had been changes, that was as clear as day.]