Maleficent was on one of her usual times when she is alone and healing dying plants such as the trees and flowers. She admired the nature of Moors and she swore to protect it, and hopefully train her child to protect when she wasn't around. Growing up with the boy, Maleficent let him wander of his surroundings since it was also his home and he had the freedom to roam it. She loved Loki too much; she would never leave him nor let him go. Even when he was afraid, she was always there, making sure he wasn't alone in this world. She felt the breeze go through her long dark brown hair as well as it danced around her long curled horns. It also felt nice against her wings as she raised them in order to catch the breeze go through them. 

Making a satisfied grin, she was then interrupted by his voice. Young Loki's voice. She turned her head and saw the young thirteen-year old child running towards her. She made an amused smile before she returned his loving hug. She smiled as she felt his kiss against her cheek. She widened her eyes as she saw what he made for her. She loved it when Loki made her things that came from the forest. He was the creative one as well as a smart one. "My son, it's beautiful", she said to him with the same smile curled on her face. She leaned down and bowed her head in order for him to put it on. It was big enough to go through her horns at least.