with a scoff, Loki looked toward one of his windows but only to see that it was still the home that rejected him. He was sure the people of Asgard now knew his true ways as they would call them and turn their backs. Loki didn't blame them, he was the one who caused this mess, made himself the way he was. Looking away from the window, Loki slid into his bed and sheets to where he had covered himself up just as there was a knock on the door. Loki groaned for he wanted to lay down and sleep. "Who could it possibly be at this hour?" With the door opening, Frigga had come from the other side of the door. "A mother who cares about her child." The Queen answered. "May I come in?" 
The god of Mischief sighed heavily. "Yes." Frigga came in and shut the door, holding a woven basket.