Loki stands at the walls of his cell. Everything is perfectly neat and tidy, he looks great as well. But you knew better. “Ah, you finally decided to come visit me.”

He says as he walks towards the wall. Smiling. But you could see past the illusion. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn't be smiling after his mother’s death. He would be distraught, his hair and clothes disheveled. The room would be a mess.

"Don't lie to me Loki, I can see past your illusions."

"Lift your magic."

Loki gives you a blank stare. Before finally doing as asked.

The room went from perfectly neat to completely wrecked. As soon as the illusion went, he sat down in silence. Looking quite distraught.