[Loki briefly entertained a battle as to whether he would pretend not too see how hurt she was like she intended or to acknowledge it at the risk forcing too much too soon. Either way, he knew it was there and he had been unable to protect her from it.]
That is who Sif is. She believes that she is righteous, that she is right. Sif will never let her grudges go until either she or I have died. Do not let her war affect you.
[Loki moved to face her, to reach out to touch her, but she beat him and he held her in his arms tightly, wishing he could make her forget about Sif.]
Of course. [He moved back, taking one of her hands in his.]
I believe that you will like this place. Come with me.
[Hidden away in a quiet part of the grounds of the great hall was a small garden. It had been kept well in spite of his absence. Idunn had once caught him in her great fields, and took it upon herself to teach him how to make a garden of his own. Everything in here was old, near ancient by human standards, but still so beautiful.]
[He smiled slightly at the sight of this place.]
This was the only place I had where my troubles and worries meant nothing. Here, the lives of these plants were my only concern. They have always been remarkably good at listening while expressing no judgments,