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Asgard, a place in the universe where gods spent their days. Asgard was glorious with its many magnificent halls, enormous chambers and secret doorways. With its marble floors and golden wall, it was indeed the home of the gods. Yet even so, one of these many gods had to settle for a small, puny and simple room…
Loki took hold of one of the many vases that were placed out across the room and threw it against the wall. It shattered within seconds and only small pieces remained on the floor.
This was so unfair, he thought! Why was he to be locked up in this small room all day long, waiting for his trial? Of course he was able to go outside once in a while, but only by being accompanied by at least a handful of guards and with no access to his magical powers. Why was he being punished this hard, for killing a few unimportant humans? It was not he who had gone mad, but his so called father had!
Loki clenched his fists before he walked across the room and lay down on the scarlet red sofa where after he stared up at the ceiling. His mind wandered off and he came to think about his “cherished” brother Thor. Why was he not being punished for his pure stupidity? Why was Loki being punished for having a brain whilst his brother was being rewarded for not having one? It didn’t make any sense… Was Loki the only one with a sense of reason?
He closed his eyes for a moment and kept them closed when he heard someone outside the door.
Was it only a guard passing by or was someone actually willing to pay him a visit? Not that he cared… Not at all!

Frigga had, after a very long argument with the All-father , told him to remove the guards from her son's room, had urged him to give the boy and herself some privacy, for a few moments at least, even if Heimdall's all-seeing eyes could so easily wander towards them. She was furious for not being allowed to see him, it was HER son, not by birth but she loved him and his brother more than anything in the nine realms. She knocked on the door, her resolve never faltering, "Loki." Her voice had no resentment , anger or any ill kind of emotion in it, it was warm and caring. She could not excuse his action but she knew how easily he broke and this would have been too much for any man or god. She called his name again, hoping for a reply. "Loki..do you not wish to see me?" she asked, with a slight hurt and worry in her voice. She had always seen him as her child, from the moment that Odin placed the babe in her arms, the dark hair and those green eyes, she fell in love with him, how could she not? Her husband should have more understanding for the boy, after all , the All-father's own mother had been of Jotun blood.

Loki knew that it was his mother before she uttered her words. He somehow could always sense when she was near, which was ridiculous; they weren’t even of the same flesh and blood. Even so she had the ability to see right through him which made him feel very uneasy as well as it made him feel… well… safe. Of course this was something that he would never show to her. When his mother spoke, he did not care to respond to her at first. He simply just lay there on his sofa, not saying a word. He wanted to punish her as much as he wanted to punish the rest of his “family”. Why could she not see that all he wanted was to be accepted for who he was? Why had she lied to him about his birth? If he had expected the truth from anyone, it had been her.
Loki continued with his silent treatment until he heard her voice shiver a bit with hurt. His heart melted at that and he caved in.
“Oh, do come in mother!” he said with a negligent voice.
“You’re disturbing my meditation; it’s that latest norm among the humans!”

She opens the door and lingers at the doorway for a moment. "Loki, have they been treating you well?" she asked with the same concerned tone that she used when he was upset as a child and an well into adulthood. She walked over with a regal grace and stands beside him, her hands are clasped tightly together but she reaches out to him, almost pleading him to hold her hand. "We should have told you, he thought it was for the best to wait ..- Loki , you should never doubt that I- that we love you." her voice never falters but her eyes show the hurt and worry that she does not wish to show infront of him. It broke her heart to see him so cold, so broken, it always did.

Loki did not bother to open his eyes and look at her. He simply couldn’t… Instead he said:
“You ask if they have been treating me well mother? Well, let us see… I’m imprisoned in this ghastly, forsaken room… with my powers doing no use… with the guards looking down on me… does it sound like they are treating me well?” he said with fury in his voice. Loki finally opened his eyes when he felt her standing next to him. He looked up at the hand that she held out for him. He was for a second so tempted to reach out and grab it, but he came to his senses. With no effort at all he suddenly rose up and walked to the other side of the room. He did not wish her to see how close he was to giving in. Without turning around he said silently:
“You love me do you? HE loves me? How can I believe that?” Without thinking he turned around and looked her right in the eyes. There he saw something he could not interpret. Was it worry or pity? It was the latter, he would be so angry… he did not want her pity!
“Besides… love is foolish!” he said with a grin on his face. He wondered how she would respond to that, would she find him obnoxious just like everyone else did.

"As much as I hate this, you did it to yourself ..you did not have to do such things." Frigga sighed and walked without hesitation up to him. "They should treat you better , much better - your father and I love you very much but you know how your father does not show it. - Stop this!" she yelled at him, not on that she had meant it, she simply hated that mask he put up and she saw right through it. "Stop it..please." Once again Frigga held out her hands towards her son. "Come." she said in a soft voice , hoping that the boy would embrace her as he used to, but at this point she would not expect him to even touch her. "I love you , so much , as does Thor and your father , you should not doubt it ...-" she keeps her hands out for him to hold if he so chooses. "No more games Loki, it's enough." she always knew when he was pretending , what he thought and what he felt, , her eyes saw right through his mask.

“Oh so I did it to myself, did I?” Loki said with a scary calmness to his voice. His gaze had left his mother and he now intently stared at one of the paintings that were hanging on the wall opposite him. It was a painting of Odin in his younger years; with the women he loved so dearly, Frigga.
“Did not HE do this to himself? Frankly, how did he expect me to react! He lied to me, not because he wanted to spare me the truth but because he did not want to see the truth himself… that I could never be one of you… that I never have been!” His eyes were dark and serious when he finally looked at his mother again and said:
“I’m simply a monster!” Loki was taken aback at his mother’s shouting. She never did that, unless she was truly hurt. When she asked him to come, he leaned in closer to her, so close that he took her hands and held them in his. He would have been content just standing there, but the words she uttered next made his rage to resurface.
“So you say my dear… dear brother loves me, as do my father? You know what mother; I don’t give a damn to what they feel!” He yelled and looked accusingly at her.
“Why is it that you always bring up Thor in every conversation?” He instantly regretted his words, but as usual did not show it. Loki turned away from her embracing hands and looked at the door. It sounded like someone was coming towards it from the other side.

"You should not have gone to Midgard..and almost started a war, you could have just come home,to us." Frigga did not take her eyes off the boy, she could not , and wished not. "You are one of us , you are our son." her voice was calm but it still held an edge to it that echoed her hurt of the words spoken. She held his hands tightly as though if she let go,even the slightest big he would slip away into the abyss once more. "You are not a monster, you are wonderful, simply lost...if you would let -" Her words were interrupted by Loki's shouts and the following hurtful words. She had thought that Thor's name might make the boy remember how close they once were and hopefully , would be again. A hurtful look reflects in her blue eyes as he moves away. After what seems like an eternity, she spoke again; "It must be guards." she lied , knowing that it was guard.
On the other side of the door was his blonde brother, the firstborn son of Odin, Thor , the God of Thunder. As always he barged in with heavy steps, carriying a very large stack of Loki's books. "I thought you would enjoy having more to read, would you not, brother?" he asked with a slight joyful tone. He put down the books and greeted his mother with a kiss on the cheek, it took him a moment to notice her posture and expression. "Is something the matter?" - he continued with his questions. "What did say to her?" Thor's voice held a vexed tone but it was low and his fists clenched as he stared at his brother with wary eyes.

Loki’s focus on the door did not change but his gaze rested once again on his mother. He did not speak when she started her lecture, a lecture that he probably needed to hear but was to stubborn to truly try to understand.
Loki was not the sort of man who cried, but right now he felt as if he easily might have. He felt a huge grief for not having the same relationship with his mother anymore and when he now saw how hurt she was, he truly did feel like a monster. He tried to get closer to her, but she practically fled away from him and he did not blame her. Loki clenched his fists at his side with anger at himself.
“Mother… I did not mean to… I…” his words were interrupted by his foolish brother who came barging in, just like he always did. Loki watched his mother for a few seconds before he turned around to face his brother.
“How very kind of you!” he said with a mocking tone when he noticed the books in Thor’s hand. He walked a few steps to the scarlet sofa and lay down on it, as if to show Thor that he wasn’t afraid of him and his threats.
“Oh, I haven’t said anything! Isn’t that right mother?” Loki said and gave Thor a crooked smile.