Loki Odinson

He smiled at her, faintly. "You need not treat me so gently, mother," he said. "I assure you, all will be well." If the thought of mourning distressed her, then he would not mention it again. He supposed it was not the pain of her passing which upset him - that was something he had to amit would always have come in time - but the manner in his discovery. He supposed he was blessed in that he could speak to her now.

"I'm not sure what I could show you," Loki mused. "I admit, I've moved beyond illusions. And even so I don't think any of my work in that quarter could surpass your own."