Loki could remember the early days, where he would normally amuse himself with his magic. At the same time, whenever the princess was down, it became his responsibility to make sure she was happily taken care of, when she grew. The many times of keeping of her happy, was on the orders, made by the queen. To him, it was a chore for these many, many years. Even if he wished to be friends, or form some sort of friendly connection, he knew it wasn't going to be possible, as the law, was the law. As of right now, it sounded like the princess wanted to change it, or at least, alter it, in some way.

Feeling pressure on his knees, and sounds of sniffling, the Jotun opened his eyes, to see the girl on her own knees, as if she was hoping for her prayers to be answered. Even he knew it was hopeless, as he had also made the same plead for these many, many years. Hesitantly lifting a hand, he swallowed, and carefully, placed the appendage on her head, as to give her comfort.