It was countless days and nights, when it came to preparing the right garment that would suit the princess. Around his teens, he was instructed to learn from perhaps the best weavers and ornamentalists in the kingdom, in order to produce many of the clothing worn by the royal family. Sometimes, such a task would involve lack of sleep and lots of pressuring, in order to meet the appropriate deadlines. Loki knew his fate and the cost, if these needs were not met. 

The girl's reaction was something that the Jotun had expected; a rather normal thing that told him that she was satisfied and pleased with the results. It was the same face that each member of the royal family had come to express, whenever the garment was in the right place. It left him quite relieved, considering that he had remembered the first time he had made a mistake on the task. It wasn't a pleasant experience, since the consequences were made by the king himself. He stayed quiet, although he did let out a sigh of relief, and a small proud smile. 

Silena's excitement told him to act, and he closed the door upon her instruction, so she could get enough privacy to try it on. "I thought the blue would match your eyes, milady; make you a lot more radiant upon your subjects", he said, hoping to share his thoughtfulness would help give his hard work some sort of meaning. "You look...radiant already", the Jotun added, as she spun around.