Cast Out Queen of Jotunheim

Send me "Unf" If you think the muse is hot.

"Yes, of course I will stay, my wolf cub", she murmured, bringing her hand to stroke his hair. "I will stay as long as I am needed."

"Is something bothering your mind? ...If you wish I could stay here with you for a while."

"What in the Nine is the matter, Loki?"

Come pester my muse with questions about their life choices.

"That is no surprise. I have been raised by the best, after all."

"It is good to b... What has he done now?"

"I only speak truths. Truths that include flattery."

"You are an impossible child, Loki", she chuckled. "And you remind me of myself when I was as young as you are now."

"Grandma?"

"Now you just flatter your mother, you little trickster."

Fárbauti raised her hand and slapped her son across the face. "You mask your broken heart from your people, not your mother." She sighed. "Your farther raised you like he did because he was driven by grief. It makes nothing right, but it reasons the cause. I knew him the way none else did, and had he not treated you the way he did, you would have loved him. But you are my son, and I am here now. It may be late, but it is better than never."