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thelostprince) wrote2014-03-03 08:40 pm
thelostprince) wrote2014-03-03 08:40 pm
God Almighty first planted a garden.
Loki had been close with his family, even though he had also, at the same time, felt distinctly out of place, like an object on the mantle that didn't belong. His family was something he had always been able to rely on when he felt at odds with the rest of the world, and when he had let go on the Bifrost he had been attempting to remove himself from them, perhaps even as a punishment. Instead he had only managed to cut that part of himself away, and he felt the lack distinctively. Not only that, they hadn't appeared to miss him.
Having Thor here, like a dagger in his side he couldn't pull out, near drove him mad. He wanted to hate his brother, yet yearned for the affection Thor finally seemed willing to give; and always there was Foster, a game-piece on the board that he couldn't brush away. It was enough to force Loki into a moody sulk, were it not for Frigga.
It was complicated, because he knew he had to tell her of events that had led to his exile - if he didn't, Thor would, and these days he couldn't trust his brother to protect his interests and speak kindly of him. Still, wariness of certain conversational topics would not stop him from spending time with his mother, not after knowing that, in Thor's world, she had been taken from him.
It was a warm day in the gardens, not unpleasant. "I am not surprised to find you here, mother," he said to her, in greeting. "You always seem more at home with growing things."
Having Thor here, like a dagger in his side he couldn't pull out, near drove him mad. He wanted to hate his brother, yet yearned for the affection Thor finally seemed willing to give; and always there was Foster, a game-piece on the board that he couldn't brush away. It was enough to force Loki into a moody sulk, were it not for Frigga.
It was complicated, because he knew he had to tell her of events that had led to his exile - if he didn't, Thor would, and these days he couldn't trust his brother to protect his interests and speak kindly of him. Still, wariness of certain conversational topics would not stop him from spending time with his mother, not after knowing that, in Thor's world, she had been taken from him.
It was a warm day in the gardens, not unpleasant. "I am not surprised to find you here, mother," he said to her, in greeting. "You always seem more at home with growing things."