She stared at him with cool glowing white eyes, then with a quiet sigh she said a word that somehow seared the air between them.
“No.”
She shook her head, her brows tipping in the first sign of true sadness to cross the somewhat stoic goddess’ face. “I tried to fix my father once and ended up leaving him vulnerable beyond what he or I could have predicted. When my father’s mind broke I quickly brought him to me and sheltered him. It didn’t last long enough. Odin had Thor take him back to Asgard where the two batted my father about like a pair of cats playing with an injured mouse. In order to save some semblance of his mind, Loki place a chunk of his memory and magic in the form of a magpie.” She waved over to the creature, who fluttered, cawing quietly. “He did it in hope that when he was free he could regain what he’d lost. Clearly, he is not yet able to retrieve it.”
She sighed again, her ebony lips turning down in a grimace now. “You remind me so much of Fenrir. He once told me, ‘If they look upon me as if I am a Beast, then a beast I shall become.’” Her eyes fluttered closed. “We were still young then. I remember flinging myself against his massive shoulder and weeping, begging him not to change.” Her eyes opened, her sorrow still in the slight wavering of her voice. “You had no such kindness...did you?