Loki had almost forgotten what it was like when Maleficent had stroked his hair like that. The King of the Moors though felt a bit sad that he was alone once again, he then had stood on his own two feet, looking at the pool before him. "I will make you proud." Taking hold of his scepter, Loki walked to his hometree on the cliff. Laying down, the raven haired young man curled up, not feeling as alone anymore, but would help him shield himself from the cool night. He slept soundly than he had in months.