Grief-stricken Loki had not heard Leo's footsteps at all.
The sorrowful Loki had not heard Leo's footsteps at all.
Nor had he expected that someone would come into the dungeon to see him in the middle of the night.
Even less had he expected anyone to come into the dungeon to visit him at such a late hour.
Usually, aside from Frigga, no one else had ever come to visit him. (An earlier passage said Thor had visited him; that was a typo. Sorry.)
Normally, no one other than Frigga had ever come to visit him. (It was previously written that Thor had visited him; that was a mistake. Sorry.)
Suddenly hearing another person's voice in the silent dungeon truly startled Loki.
Hearing another person's voice suddenly echo through the silent dungeon genuinely startled Loki.
He had not even thought of using an illusion to conceal himself. After all, he had long known that Leo could see through his illusions.
He had not even considered concealing himself with an illusion. After all, he had known for a long time that Leo could see through his illusions.
"Leo, is my mother well?"
"Leo, is my mother all right?"
Loki, disheveled and dejected, sat on the floor and asked in a low voice.
Loki sat on the ground, his hair disheveled and his expression dejected, as he asked in a low voice.
This was the first time Leo had seen Loki looking so unkempt. Usually, Loki appeared gentle and refined.
This was the first time Leo had seen Loki looking so disheveled. Usually, he always appeared gentle and refined.
It was as though even if he were about to stab you the next second, he would still wear a mild smile.
It was as though even if he were about to stab