Writing Prompt: "Write a scene with your antagonist serving his mother tea"

I don't really have any particular antagonist in my writings. So I went with my favorite antagonist, who is (Don't judge me) Loki. This scene happens between the first Thor movie and the Avengers...
Forgive my fan-fiction:

Loki set the kettle on the stove after filling it with water. He set two saucers with two small cups on the little table and arranged them neatly. There were sweetmeats set on a tray in the center for his guest. She always loved those.

His mind wandered to her and the life they had once shared. His heart ached from her absence and the loneliness he had brought upon himself. For he knew his predicament was his own fault. Deep down in his heart of hearts, he knew. He had twisted the words of his father. He had twisted the words of his brother so much so that he had begun to believe the lies he had weaved. In his mind, he was the victim. His heart knew better. But he wanted acceptance so badly. His heart knew his brother was right. But his pride, oh! His pride never let him say so.

The pot whistled and startled Loki out of his thoughts. He went and poured the tea just in time, for a knock sounded at the door.

"Mother," He sighed in relief when he saw her.

"Hello, Loki." Frig smiled and embraced the man she had once held so tightly in her arms long ago.

They stood there for a long time cherishing each other's smell, their breathing, their warmth. He pressed his face into her small, strong shoulder while she clutched his back. Tears welled up in both of their eyes and fell freely on the other.

Frig pulled away finally and wiped her eyes. "How about that tea?" She sniffled. Loki nodded and pulled out a chair for her. He sat down heavily opposite her. They drank their tea in silence, and when the cups were empty, Loki refilled them. Now, they began to speak.

"How long have you been here?" Frig began.

"Ever since I left."

"Have you been doing well?"

"Perfectly." He lied.

"Do you prefer a hut to a palace?"

"Not particularly. And I don't prefer a castle to a kingship either."

"Loki," Frig warned. "Let's not get into this."

"You brought up the subject." Loki argued.

"Don't twist my words."

"I was hoping for a friendly visit."

"As was I." Frig clattered her cup onto the saucer and stood to leave.

"Mother! Please don't go!" Loki cried. She glared at him. He could not hold her stare; he dropped his eyes to the ground. "You are the only person left I love."

"Yet I am not the only person who loves you." Frig turned up his face to her. "Your father loves you and your brother as well. Where has all your affection for them gone?"

"It has gone with the lies, the treachery, and the throne I deserved."  He said fiercely.

"You are right." Frig agreed. "You were lied to." He looked at her in surprise. "You did deserve the throne. But not anymore."

Loki frowned. "Mother, all I wanted was to be equal with Thor. I wanted to prove my loyalty to father."

Frig cupped his face in her soft, motherly hands. "We never doubted you. We never saw you as less."

He pulled her hand away from him. He wanted to believe her, but he could never admit he was wrong.

She swept her lovely self away, leaving him lost again and colder than before.