Loki was silent for a long time, taking in her words. He still could not believe that Odin's purposes had been so purely altruistic. The Allfather didn't think that way. But to Hel with Odin, this wasn't about him. Odin wasn't here. Mother was. And this.
It was something he'd never even suspected. What child would?
His expression was thoughtful, puzzled, as he considered what she told him, mulled it over, tried to fit him into what he understood. His understanding of his own childhood was now a shattered, warped thing, forever colored by suspicion and paranoia, the knowledge that he could never truly trust anything on its face.
But it explained one thing well, why Frigga had been so terribly stricken at his hasty words, his repudiation. She'd only had Thor, and thought she would have no more children at all. To be given another, even a squalling little monster, must have felt nothing short of miraculous. He could understand in a small way. He'd been so desperate for the return of his own child, the one that had never and would never exist, that he'd tried to create her from the whole fabric of reality, and fallen into a black despair he almost didn't escape when she'd unwoven before his eyes.
And for once he was rendered truly speechless by all of this. After long thought, he finally moved, carefully, to sit next to his mother, and wrapped his arms around her.
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It was something he'd never even suspected. What child would?
His expression was thoughtful, puzzled, as he considered what she told him, mulled it over, tried to fit him into what he understood. His understanding of his own childhood was now a shattered, warped thing, forever colored by suspicion and paranoia, the knowledge that he could never truly trust anything on its face.
But it explained one thing well, why Frigga had been so terribly stricken at his hasty words, his repudiation. She'd only had Thor, and thought she would have no more children at all. To be given another, even a squalling little monster, must have felt nothing short of miraculous. He could understand in a small way. He'd been so desperate for the return of his own child, the one that had never and would never exist, that he'd tried to create her from the whole fabric of reality, and fallen into a black despair he almost didn't escape when she'd unwoven before his eyes.
And for once he was rendered truly speechless by all of this. After long thought, he finally moved, carefully, to sit next to his mother, and wrapped his arms around her.