Opening wide were Loki's emerald orbs, hearing the lullaby that that Maleficent would always sing to him. Lifting his head, the raven haired young man looked up to see this womanly figure that looked almost like his mother. Instead of pale, there was tan skin, instead of clothes were gold plates that covered her. Instead of the long loose hair, there was a tight braid. One he remembered doing one time when he wanted to play with her hair after some fairies had taught him how. Loki didn't know if he was imagining this or if it was actually real. His heart fluttered no matter if it was stone. There was still a piece of gold in his heart that would always welcome the sight of her again. Therefore the armor he had on his person fade like magic. Tear stained face now looked at her as if she had only been away from days and still alive. "M-Mother?" He had no idea if he could touch her or the illusion that he thought she was.