This couldn’t be a more accurate depiction of Loki’s and Thor’s childhood. One son, obedient and humble, presenting his mother a bouquet of tulips. No doubt he remembered. And the other son, defiant and prodigal, his hands covered in dirt from picking daisies weeds as a last minute thought. And yet, mother is equally pleased by both gifts.
It’s this kind of stuff that explains and perhaps validates the why? and inner-workings of Loki, now, as a man.