Daddy's Little Princess

||•Seeing Blue•||

Loki had taken Amara to the park for awhile to burn off some of that excess energy she had from being indoors too long. She was having a ball playing with the other kids there, until something happened, that is. While she was busy making a sand castle with another little girl around her age, a part of her that she never knew she had was exposed, as a cool drop of water from the other girl's ice filled water bottle landed on Amara's hand, causing her to turn blue for a brief moment, before going back to her usual appearance. The other kids look at her with a look of shock and disgust on their faces, silently judging her, some of them even moving away from her. The girl that Amara was helping looks at her with a mocking look, destroying the pretty castle that she had just finished.

"Go away," she commands, glaring down at Amara, "you're not allowed to play with us anymore," she retorts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Please, let me play with you," Amara pleads, tears forming in her green eyes, standing up to make better eye contact with the girl.

Loki peeks up from the book he was reading, looking to see how everything is going, and begins to observe very carefully when he feels like something isn't right, his fatherly instincts ready to kick into high gear.

"No! I told you to go away!" the girl shouts out, pushing Amara down onto the ground, a loud thud being heard as she makes contact with the hard soil.

'Who does that mortal child think she is, pushing my little princess around like that?!' Loki thinks to himself, his blood boiling with fury and rage, as he clenches his jaw. He puts his book away, getting from the bench he was sitting on, and rushes over to the group, helping Amara up from the ground while glaring at the others.

"Are you alright sweetie," he softly speaks to her, checking her over for any cuts and bruises, feeling absolutely worried about her.

Amara nods gently in response, tears still staining her eyes, as she hugs her father as tightly as she possibly can, with Loki returning the embrace while secretly pranking the children that were rude to his princess, casting a few harmless, yet well-deserved illusions of terrifying things, such as creepy clowns, giant spiders and other creatures, sending them running off to their parents crying for help.

'Serves them right' he smirks, picking Amara up and carrying her back to the car, fastening her into her car seat before heading back home.

The whole ride home, Amara was very quiet and reserved, more than she usually was, which had Loki even more worried about her. Once they got home, he unbuckled her, and carried her inside, placing her down once they got inside the house. She immediately went into her bedroom from there, grabbing her favourite stuffed bunny, Floppy, and laid down on her bed, thinking about today's events.
You had noticed this upon their arrival, and had become concerned yourself that something may have happened while they were out. You approach Loki, gently placing a hand on his upper arm, looking softly into his eyes.

"Did something happen love, Amara seems upset," you ask, not feeling any better upon seeing the saddened expression in his eyes.

"All I know is that some kids picked on her, though they were just fine before that," Loki answers, his saddened expression turning a slightly more outraged one at the thought of his princess being pushed, " this one little brat had the audacity to push her, and wouldn't allow her to play with them anymore," he continues to tell you, a small smirk growing on his face, making you think immediately that he had done something.

"Loki, what did you do, please tell me that you didn't attempt to stab children," you question, hoping that you won't regret asking him that, while arching a brow at him.

"Of course not dear, I mean I thought about it," he admits, smirking a little more, "but in the end, all I did was cast illusions of things they'd fear," he finishes, smiling smugly, feeling rather proud of himself.