I couldn't take My eyes of him, a little innocent child left alone in the dark.
Yet he didn't cry at the sight of the enemy of his people, he giggled as I held him up and I didn't have it in me to place him back down.
Only once I was half way walking down the Bifrost did it finaly settle in how much my mind had been made.
I couldn't leave him were only the cold wind would embrace him, were he was destined to die on a frozen rock.
For I already loved this child like my own.
And as I walked into my and my beloved Friggas room I knew she had red my mind, for I didn't need to say a word as she came to take the child from my arms to care for him.
No matter how much we tried we hasen't been blessed by having a second child, the Norns having made Frigga infertile after the birth of our first.
"This child is the blessing we wished for and we'll raise him as our own"
Loki as Frigga decided, became our beloved child.
When he started to grow I thought of something I didn't wish to think of.
When do we tell him?
I know it was selfish of me, but I didn't wish to Be reminded of how he isn't mine by birth.
Hes our beloved mischief maker and my son.
When time came for me to pick my heir, I chose Thor over him.
Not because he was any less worthy or incapable, quite the opposite in fact.
But because I don't wish to even consider a world were Loki won't Be Loki.
To be a king would restrain his nature and prevent him from studying magic like he loves to, and I wouldn't wish to ever lock away his art.
While yes I can connect better with Thors ambitions, there never is a time I don't see the efforts Loki goes to to improve himself.
Tough I may not show it well.
I love my little mischief maker.