Time could be quite funny, the way it made you remember your future. It was a future she already knew because it was a past she'd already lived. Precious little pulled emotion from the Queen of Hel but when the miniature trickster god came to her, ignoring the recently returned Leah, she knew this would be a moment of lasts…for all of them.
Leah, with her anger, lashed out threats to Loki, confused as to why he wouldn't even look at her, let alone speak to her. Then, for Leah to hear his request of her mistress, to send her far away, Hela knew the rage that Leah felt all too well. It was the same for her; then, now, later. So, she sent Leah back, far enough away so that, maybe, the girl would never remember her hatred in this moment, her hatred of Loki (which really wasn't hatred at all), hatred of her mistress and hatred of herself. But Hela knew that the hatred would just turn into something else, because that kind of hurt never really goes away.
With Leah now gone, lost to a place only few could find, Hela turned to Loki. Outwardly, she was as passive as ever. But inside, the warmth of his tears cracked the icy veneer surrounding her heart. A heart that he had frozen eons ago. She told him as much, in so few words. He was a smart and clever boy, so much like the man he was and he would eventually figure the mystery out. She watched as he scrubbed at his face, drying it with the back of his hand, and then jumped back into the open portal, hurrying away, a solemn preoccupation dominating his thoughts.
A strange, unnamable sensation settled within the Queen as she mused to herself about the boy she knew, about the man he had been and the man he was yet to be. Alone in her throne room she smiled to herself, content to believe that given the chance, this new, young Loki would become a different man.