Why did her hair keep doing that? It was distracting. It kept drawing his eye to it, having him wonder if it would do that when his fingers were in it. What did it feel like? Was it soft, tamed by touch? Or would it continue to flow on its own, winding its way around his fingers.
Distracting.
Loki blinked, trying to will the distraction from his mind. No, he was going to try to be good tonight. He very much loved his wife, the one he was suppose to envision his fingers tangling in the hair of. Except that he couldn't help himself but stare at this Lethe's hair and wonder about it.
Forgetfulness and oblivion. Interesting and convenient. He supposed that with such governance came the perk of being able to make someone forget something you didn't want them to remember.
Underworlders, he knew of some of them. He was most familiar with Erebos, an honorable man who had proven to be a help when necessary. The other one that came to mind was Cocytus, who had dated Hel for a time, the brave, brave man. Loki supposed at some point he should probably track down the Greek and have that fatherly talk about how his daughter should be treated, but Hel wasn't making a fuss over it any longer, so it might not have been necessary.
Then, of course, there was Makaria, who Loki had taken in. He still needed to have that conversation with Hades and Persephone about casting children out. No matter the child's mistake or age.
"Ah, yes, the Underworld." Notoriously full of darker gods and goddesses, no matter the pantheon. His smile didn't waver, there would be no scaring him when it came to Underworlds. "My daughter rules our Underworld, perhaps you've heard of her. Her name is Hel." He didn't particularly want to talk about his daughter, or the Underworld, but he did it in hopes of taking his mind off of things it shouldn't be thinking about... like wondering if her hair still moved like that in the thralls of passion.
Realizing he still had a cigarette, something that had been easily forgotten while focusing on the Greek and her hair, Loki flicked the ash off into a nearby tray.