"Whatever. As long as I can't talk to Xander, I'm not going to talk to you either. Hopefully you'll love your new daughter enough to actually give a d@mn about her feelings, because you sure don't care about mine."
"Again I say, if you think what's happened to you so far is bad, then you're due a rude awakening. Funny, I could have sworn that I took your shape recently in order to save you from death, meaning that I do care for you. Pity you're too self centred to understand that." Loki turned away from Sky. He was far too stubborn to ever back down or change his mind, even if it hurt him as well as Sky.
Loki fought back a wince as the door slammed. He stared unseeingly at the wall, knowing that he had hurt his daughter badly, but feeling too numbed to care at that moment.
When Freya got home, she went to talk to Sky. Sky however, didn't want to talk to anyone and just pointed to the door, directing her mother to leave. Freya shrugged and decided to talk to Loki about what had happened.
Loki however was not in his room any more. He'd taken the shape of a bird in order to fly out the window in order to be alone. After all, no-one would know where he was or even what form he'd taken so he could be alone with his thoughts in peace.