Imagine Loki walking past your room, he stops when he realizes that you’re crying. Between tears, he manages to have you tell him what’s wrong. You sob that your skin is the wrong color, or your hair, or your eyes, that you’re too tall or too short, or that you’re too fat or too thin, that you’re just not right.
Loki kneels down beside you, slowly shaking his head and smiling and says, “my love, to me you are perfect. I have no care for what you look like on the outside, who you are as a person is what truly matters, and you are absolutely beautiful.” He hugs you tightly, placing gentle kisses on your head and refuses to leave until you show him “your beautiful smile”.