Paris's POV
When Loki turned to his Jotun form, I was in awe. His skin was a light blue with patterns all over and his eyes were blood red. "It's disgusting, I know...you can just say it." He said quietly, not looking me in the eye. I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his head a little to face me. I smiled softly and said "I think it's beautiful. You do not need to hide this. Embrace it. Because you are incredible no matter what." He smiled slightly and I held his hand, looking at his arm at the patterns. I traced the patterns along his arm in wonder. He flinched a bit when I made contact with him but eventually relaxed. I smiled and looked up at him again. "You should have told me sooner." I said. He frowned and asked "Are you upset with me for keeping it from you?" I shook my head and said "No Loki, I am not upset. You are my best friend and nothing will ever change that." I kissed his cheek and hugged him.
