Alex tugs at the god's coat, eyeing the trickster with pleading eyes and a trembling pout as the virus attempted to encourage his attention, tiny hands tugging again and again. "Someone took my Mama away, will you look after me?" (Agodlikezeus - because little kid Alex manipulating Loki into helping him yes? Yes.)
Looking down to the source of the pull on his clothing, the trickster eyes the child with an expression comprised of irked emotion and disinterest. Finding the brats mother was not his job, and yet he felt compelled to find a way to rid himself of the young boy. Children,like illness, clung around tightly before letting go, and this child, shivering in his fear of being parted from his dam, was not different than any other sniveling brat. “I will not.” He spoke coldly as he looked down to the child. “But if it will make you go away, I will assist in finding your lost mother. Who took her? Speak quick, child, and you will be returned to her arms.”
