Rebekah and Loki
Rebekah smiled knowingly. "Oh don't I know it, love." She was pretty sure the Mikaelson's were one of the most complicated families in existence, at least in their world. Their love and loyalty for one another was renown, but so was their betrayal, bloodshed, and destruction. Their relationships were complicated and messy, made worse by a plethora of enemies who wanted to dethrone them. Yet, such enemies also brought them closer.
Her expression softened at the mention of how his mother had kept him from essentially falling apart. It was clear the mention of her death overtook him for a moment and Rebekah didn't fault him for it. If anything, she admired that he was able to show that emotion in front of someone he'd only recently met.
"I am sorry about your mother. Back home, most of my family is dead. I can understand loss of family." Rebekah secretly wished she felt that kind of emotion over losing her own mother, but she didn't. She'd grieved for Esther when she lost her the first time (supposedly) and her return hadn't been a pleasant one. She went from wanting to kill her children to putting them in human bodies for them to "start over." No, she definitely wouldn't be winning Mother of the Year anytime soon.
"But, yes, as I child I loved my mother. In fact, we became the first vampires because she wanted to protect us. To protect us, she turned us into monsters. We became the killers. I know. There is some irony there," Rebekah said softly. "But I know she did it out of love even if centuries later she would hate us for what she made us."