A mother's love, Loki/Thor, PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just play with them for fun, they’ll be put back in one piece I swear!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really. Not too slashy.
Pairing: Thor/Loki implied...but not specifically stated
Summary: Frigga's musings on her sons.
Author’s notes: I adore Frigga in the movie and she's kinda sorta the best mom ever. So..yeah. XD
Frigga didn’t know how anyone could not see what she saw in her sons…and yet no one else seemed to be able to see it. Couldn’t they see the binary, dual nature of her boys? They were two stars that rotated around one another, needing the other to survive, feeding off of one another, caught up with each other. The essence of co-dependent. There was no Thor without Loki, as there was no Loki without Thor. They needed one another as surely as air, and knew that the other would always be there, there was no other way they would survive. They danced and circled, always just enough distance between them that they remained separate, barely able to reign back the seductive pull of gravity that told them to fall together and be one. Perhaps it was the fear of what would happen, the elimination of self that kept them apart…she wished she could explain to them that it would be alright. They didn’t have to fear.
Thor managed to keep himself distracted from the siren call of his brother most of the time, with his battles and his friends, his other, meaningless conquests…but it was Loki who kept his counsel, Loki who could calm his battle rage, Loki who could whisper anything into Thor’s ear and his brother would at least listen. The same power that Frigga had over Odin. More often than not Loki could place his comparatively small hand on Thor and with a look his brother would relax some, even in his worst moods. Of course, Thor had a very strong pull on Loki as well, making him do things that no one else could, sweeping him up into a tornado of dangerous battles that Loki was not meant for, and he followed. Loki had been known to tolerate his brothers jests, and should anyone else say anything of the sort he would give them such a lashing with his tongue they didn’t remember which way was up.
If Loki was hurt on one of Thor’s escapades? The elder brother was raging at the healers until he was better, never leaving and looking quite a sight usually covered in grime and blood in the pristine chambers, yelling and swinging Mjolnir around threateningly. It always stormed the worst when Loki was hurt.
If Thor was hurt due to something Loki had done? Loki got so still and watchful of the healers he could have passed for Heimdall. Albeit very pale and angry looking, as if in a moment he could explode, and with Loki’s control of magic? Quite possible. He could literally explode.
Though…for some reason even her sons were confused and blinded, thought themselves wrong for the pull of the closeness that they had with one another, fighting against it most of the time, little spats over nothing that blew up into long fights and silences. Thor goes gallivanting, leaving Loki behind, parading his trollops in front of his brother. Loki acts out and causes mischief, he can be so unkind when he is upset. She would never fully understand how something so beautiful could be wrong? They were Aesir, not mortal, yet the two of them seemed to have a very mortal opinion on such matters…she figured they were still young yet, relatively, anyway, they would learn. They wouldn’t be able to retain the distance forever. Perhaps they were just naive yet?
Her children, her firstborn and her treasure, they…were the most wonderful children a mother could ask for…but on occasion, she felt the need to just slap some sense into them.
Loki had only spoken of it once, but he’d said he wasn’t Thor’s equal, he felt somehow lesser than him…Frigga had only smiled a cryptic smile to her younger son, telling him that he would find his place in the world. That he had talents that Thor would never possess, and that he should strive to just be himself, rather than his brother…but Loki craved that brightness, craved the approval of Odin. He could tell, always had been able to really, that he was different than his sibling, than all of Asgard. He was somehow…he saw the world differently, outside he looked the same, but it was as if his insides were arranged in a different order. It hurt to see this pain in him, knowing what was causing her son, her youngest, beautiful son, all of this distress that never fully went away…and to not be able to do anything about it? Her word to Odin meant her silence.
Seeing her youngest in pain…it broke her heart.
Out of everyone, she had thought that Loki would realize…but apparently his intellectual skills did not extend to self examination. He was incapable of seeing himself objectively…he was so hard on himself.