Loki watched the dying queen turn to dust before feeling his body somewhat relax only to turn to where his mother lay and rushed to her, skidding to the ground, picking her up and cradling her in his arms. "Mother, mother its okay. Its okay." Tears fell, betraying what calm he was trying to muster. "Please don't go." He wanted to be stronger, but he always was mother's son. Always loving toward their mothers and always feel sad when they are hurt, sad and dying.