Chapter Two
Chapter 2
Frigga took a deep slow breath as she entered her youngest son's room. What she was about to do would enrage the all father greatly, she knew that. And it was a price she was willing to pay.
Loki had not been responsible for his actions on Midgard. He had tried to a great extent to prevent the destruction caused be the Chitari. But he had been unsuccessful, and he had finally broken. He had been taken over by Thanos. And forced to lead the attack on Midgard.
After Loki had fallen off the bifrost, he had been captured and tortured by Thanos. His actions against Thor were his own, but Frigga honestlyCouldn't bring herself to blame him....
Even before he had learned of his true heritage, Loki had felt overshadowed by Thor, and less loved by Odin. And he had always felt an emptiness inside of his, one for which he hadn't known the cause. But Frigga had known. Odin had known. And the queen of Asgard couldn't help but wonder, if Loki had known, would none of this have ever happened in the first place?
In her opinion it wouldn't have. So in the end, she and Odin were the ones to blame for the mess that Loki's life had become...
But now, she would tell him. She would show him, and if her husband was going to be angry for it, then so be it! She didn't care. All she cared about were her children. Both of them. She wanted them both to be happy. Thor was happy.
And Loki deserved to be happy as well, but would this bring him happiness? Either way, he had to know.
"Loki?" she called. Her eyes scanned what was visible of his room. Unlike the other rooms, which were mostly gold, Loki's room was filled with wooden furniture and book shelves. It reflected his mysterious personality perfectly.
"Mother?" Frigga didn't even jump when her son appeared behind her. "How may I help you?" he asked. She smiled. But it was a weak smile. "No," she said quietly. Loki frowned slightly. Something was wrong. "Loki, everything that has happened to you is mine and your fathers fault..." he was a bit taken back at this. "What?" He had always blamed Odin for what he had become. For taking him from his home. But never had he thought that way about Frigga...
She was the only one on Asgard who he truly cared about. (Except for Freya. And Thor, even though he'd never for the life of him admit it) "Loki," Frigga's voice broke his train of thoughts. "There...are things you don't know, or rather can't remember. And maybe if you had known none of this would have happened. Loki, years ago Odin asked me to erase some of your memories, I didn't want to but...then when you asked me to do the same thing...Loki your father did it in your best interests, but it wasn't right, and I didn't want to. But when you pleaded with me because you couldn't stand the pain. I...I just had to help you. Oh I'm so sorry Loki! So so, sorry!" tears were streaming from her eyes now.
Loki gently took his mother by the shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "Mother, what are you talking about?" he asked gently. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I know that you have always felt as if though a part of you was missing," she said quietly. "As if though it was right in front of you but just out of your grasp...."
Loki studied her for a moment. Her words rang true he knew, but how did she know? He hadn't told anyone, not even Frigga...
"Mother...?" she looked into his green eyes, her blue ones filled with so much sadness. "Odin will not be happy," she murmured, "But you deserve to know..." she cupped his head in her slender hands and pressed her forehead against his and chanted a spell, the last thing Loki remembered before falling into complete darkness were his mother's sapphire blue eyes.
The images were a little hazy, but they gradually began to clear....his eyes blinked open into a room with rays of sunlight filtering in through the curtains. He wanted to scramble out of the bed on which he lay, but he wasn't in control of his actions. It was him, but it wasn't.....him...It was so strange. This, these images, this place was familiar, he felt like he himself had lived this moment before....and that's when it struck the god of mischief that he had...
Suddenly he was looking into a pair blue eyes, a beautiful face with soft pale skin and full lips, a few red curls hung over her eyes. He reached out and tucked them behind her ear.
The action mortified him. Because even though he was doing it, had done it whatever the case....he was mortified, confused and plain shocked at the fact that the woman lying next to him, the woman who he somehow knew he cared about, was no other than the infamous.....
Natasha Romanov...