Loki
Loki was never sentimental.
He had always been very anxious to keep all emotions under wraps and not allow the world to see them and use his weaknesses to his advantage. Although his brother Thor had always been very shared, and mother Frigga was the kindest person he had ever known and to whom he could confide in anything, he was not the type to talk about his feelings. Although he loved his mother very much and trusted her.
But he probably never let her know enough.
It was Christmas, Loki's first Midgard Christmas. Asgard no longer existed, he disappeared during the fight with Hela and Surtur. The place where Loki had so many memories was gone. It turned to ashes and dust. It was buried.
But Loki didn't want to forget it, though the last years he'd found out the truth about his origins weren't exactly the best for him. Of course, he did a lot of bad things and made the wrong decisions, but then he was like that and acted exactly as he saw fit at the time. He wanted to gain the throne and rule over Asgard. He wanted to get Thor out of the way, just so he could prove to his father that he was good and capable, that being a descendant of the Freezing Giants did not determine who he really was. That he deserves the throne and his respect. Odin's rejection and misunderstanding provoked to anger, betrayal. Disappointment. From that moment on, nothing was the same for him as before.
"Have I made you proud?"
"Please, don't make this worse."
Loki blinked and shook his head until the veil of his black hair slid down his face. He didn't like to remember that moment. He stood in handcuffs in front of Odin like a prisoner. Like a traitor. No one understood that he had acted in the best of intentions. In the interest of Asgard, its protection!
"He is not my father!"
"Then am I not your mother?"
He wanted to tell her so much at that moment. How much he regretted his words. He stood in front of her and felt like a little boy doing an ugly thing and making his mother sad. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Broken. Loki wanted to fix everything. Apologize to her. Assure her that she is his mother, that he has no one in the world better than her. That she had done so much for him that she believed in him, accepted him as her own, raised him, and embraced him with love. And she even taught him the art of magic, which Thor, her own son, did not master.
If he knew then that this was the last time he saw his mother, talking to her... he would tell her so much. He would tell her how much he loved her. He suffered so much when he learned that she had died. His closest person, who believed in him despite how much evil he had done.
And his last, though unspoken, words he told her was that she was not his mother.
Loki felt tears slide down his cheeks. Christmas, the Midgard holiday that everyone clung so much for. It was a day when everyone spent time together, ideally without quarrels and in a happy mood. Loki claimed it was a stupid holiday. But in the secret of his soul, he envied them. He envied them all for having loved ones with whom they could spend time. He had no one. He was here alone, drowning in grief and deep melancholy. It is these holidays that remind the lonely person of how much they are. That he actually has no one.
He kept wandering to his mother with his thoughts. Sure, he kept saying that Thor wasn't his brother, that Odin wasn't his father, but Frigga... it was different with her. She gave him as much motherly love as she did to Thor. She made no distinction between them. Even after finding out his origins in her presence, Loki did not feel like someone who did not belong there. He didn't feel like an intruder, an outcast, as some had revealed to him.
He was her son. And she was his mother.
"I'm glad you finally understood, Loki."
Loki raised his head and opened his teary eyes. Frigga stood in front of him, a golden glow shining around her. She smiled tenderly at him, and there was so much, so much love in her eyes. Loki piously reached out to her, longing to touch her, to be caressed by her, to wrap himself in her loving arms.
"Mother," Loki breathed, watching her eagerly. He wanted to remember as much as possible. Every detail. Before she could disappear forever again.
"I'm proud of you, Loki, remember that. I know that despite your mask, you are good and sensitive in your soul. And whatever happens, I will still be your mother and you are my beloved son. That will never change," she promised, reaching out to stroke his cheek. But Loki felt no touch. Just a gust of cold breeze. As he wished to wrap himself in her arms at the moment, just like he did when he was little!
"I love you. And I'm grateful to you. For everything," Loki whispered.
Frigga began to fade, but she still managed to give him a wide smile. "Loki, dear. I know that."
And Loki was so relieved at that moment.