Loki stopped walking abruptly as she asked him about his mother. He closed his eyes and thought about how beautiful his mother was with her wings. He always loved her giant dark brown feathered wings. They were warm to sleep on as well as touch. "I had a mother once. But she was stolen from me. Killed by the greed of Asgardians", he said to softly, but not too softly. "That's all I wish to say about it", he turned to look at her. "She had wings once, but they were taken from her. I wasn't ready to have them until I was worthy enough", he said to her as a bit of sadness came to him as he spoke about Maleficent.