Loki shuddered and sighed getting ready eyes glowing deep red his hand conjured a golden blue ball of magic. He had a talent for magic form his mother. His magic wasn't harmful but it was very good at illusion
"But I don't have love all I have is my dad" he mutters gently looking away before he said "we must leave this space my dad hates me coming here" said softly
He sat there silent the cold blew harshly he just sat there looking at the grave. The jotun had tears falling and grit his teeth and started to cry. The jotun stopped after few moments and touched the tomb stone and closed his eyes.
The male said nothing he just stared at the food but he only ate few bites before tossing it into the hounds directions. The hound caught it and eats it. Loki went off to be alone at his mother's grave.