LOKI SPOILERS
I just want to say how much I love the dynamics with Loki's and their different Thors
Our Loki, the one followed in the show has a complicated relationship with their Thor, and we learn that he truly to some extent just wanted to be equal to his brother. In the beginning of Infinity War, we see that he tried to kill Thanos after realizing he didn't want Thor dead. Even in Ragnarok, when Thor said- "It's what you've always wanted." applying to the fact they would split ways. Loki obviously didn't want that, even if that isn't the Loki we're following in the show. He's aware of this fact.
Classic Loki, in the fifth episode, had told the other Loki's that he missed his brother. Assuming this meant Thor, it hits quite hard in thinking that he cared enough about Thor to miss him.
And last, young Loki hit us all with surprise when he said he had killed Thor. The Loki that we followed always hinted at wanting his brother to end, but never liked when it almost happened, because he cared too much about Thor. So, maybe young Loki felt enough hatred towards Thor, that he killed him. He got so angry, and worked off revenge as most Loki's do, and that in all honesty is almost sad, even if the other Loki's seemed to congratulate him on it. The Loki we follow seemed surprised and or shocked.
That's all for now, this is just random thinking but I thought it was interesting.
Also, I would just like to mention how soft and adorable this hug is. It's just so tender, and wksnkanw
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youngLoki-Frigga scribble with Sifki hint and horse
(old-version excerpt from Lionheart)
~1300 words
"Shape it into something, will you?"
"Into what?"
"Whatever you want."
"I cannot do it unless you tell me."
The Queen smiled leniently. Loki was a clever one; and especially since he started growing up, he detected and evaded her subtle attempts to see into his head. It was quite the normal occurrence, she was not to watch over her children for an eternity. Only this one time, it didn't feel all right, she wished to hold on a little longer. It could have been because blood didn't tie him to her, or because he was her youngest, her last one. Or – what could as well have been mere clinginess – her instinct protesting against sending him off into the world on his own just yet.
He needs a father, she had dared say it to Odin once.
Am I not? How could I be any more of a father when I'll be sending him away to coldness in a century?
And he is yet to know, yet to prepare.
Not a word, my Queen. Not a word.
That was Odin, father to all, upkeeper of nine realms' peace, being a coward.
And this was Frigga, appointed mother to someone she was to love and then throw away.
And love she did.
"Try something that thrills you," she suggested lightly.
The teal glow of seidr, so similar to his eye colour, flared up in the nest of his five fingers.
"I love balloons," he protested at her disapproving look. "They're exciting, so many games to play with them, so many things to fill-”
"Please, take this seriously."
"I’m sorry, Mother," he said, his face dressed in innocence.
Her voice was gentle as always, her patience genuine.
"Show me what you can do with that energy. I want to see how well you can control your raw seidr; how intricate is the flow you can influence."
In response, finally, he shaped a jade smoke-horse over his palm, galloping in place, turning, prancing.
She smiled approvingly.
"Now make it jump."
The mare ran and leapt over an invisible cleft.
"Make it worried."
"Worried?"
"There is rustling in the bushes. You know how Sortna reacts." That was the name of Loki’s mare.
The horse braked into a halt, its nostrils alone widening and narrowing with each breath, eyes darting around, ears scanning the area like telescopes.
"Escape. Elope from a tiny rabbit that got stuck in dry weed."
"Sortna doesn't do that," Loki noted while the horse jumped an incredible height, and its four legs were already running in the air before they reached the unseen ground.
Her answer was but a sly glint in her eyes.
"A flowery meadow, beaming sun."
The mare pranced forward straight, and then began an airy-earthbound-fluid waltz of self-proclaimed pattern, head varying between thrusting towards the sky and bending down for a bite. It rolled over and rubbed its back into the good-smelling grass unseen to the observers. They both chuckled silently.
"Now change it."
"Into what?"
"It's a shapeshifting horse, you deem its abilities. Be quick!"
The energy lost its distinct shape, and then the billowing mass formed into an eagle mid-flight. Unmoving, Loki glanced up at his mother to guess her intentions.
"That wasn't quite shapeshifting, just you changing your mind. Try again, be swift but also punctual."
The robust bird, while comfortably riding a gust of wind, had its legs thicken, two more limbs grow out, feather replaced by scales and rough skin, head grown and elongated.
"Better, but you made it easy. This is a heavy creature, it labours to stay afloat, so no more stopping. Again."
The sorcerer worked soundless and obedient on the fluent magic in his hand. Kicking legs and wings disappeared, body narrowed, giving place to a snake coiling fast in air or water. It thrashed about to keep in motion for the task; it curled up, biting its own tail. Loki suspected that it still wasn’t satisfying.
"Again," Frigga went on softly, her look on her son's tall forehead.
A ring of green fire was formed from the elongated body, cinder and smoke flying up from it.
"Again."
The flames twisted and coiled around each other, forming a tall, slender, pointed structure of two peaks. He deemed it too still but received no comment.
"Again."
Thor's lanky-muscular form, in a helmet with short horns and a nighttaur hide mantle danced around, as crazed and merry as the previous steed on the mesmerising flower field.
"Again."
Loki's eyebrows twitched when the mockery had no effect whatsoever. He was running out of ideas and growing fed up with her suspected dissatisfaction. The Thor in his palm multiplied this time, becoming several other figures, sharing the thunder god’s silly joy, now supported by both of the sorcerer’s palms. This had to do.
"There’s a feast," the Queen said.
The green eyes darted around on the marble floor for a second, and then the minuscule group became staggering drunk with ale.
"Is that how it goes?" she asked.
"Maybe."
"Each are different, and you're an excellent observer. Show me your skill."
Within a few seconds, one sat and behaved, another courted and groped servants, a third gobbled up things endlessly; others bashed weapons on table, danced, a few drank and laughed with each other, patting shoulders, kicking rears. Loki’s impish smile met Frigga’s above the scene. And then she finally took her chances.
"What about Lady Sif?"
"I never really looked." The answer came without hesitation.
"Do you think her insignificant?"
"She's one of a kind here. It's hard to predict how long she'll remain."
"Is it? Aren't you already thinking she'll be gone soon?"
“She might,” he responded evasively, staring at the silent ruckus among his fingers.
"Is it pity then why you so kindly heal her wounds?"
The teal seidr fell and disappeared for a second, only to rise again forming a tiered fountain.
"Yes."
“And if she was to stay?”
“Then I’ll lose faith in the Royal Army.”
This was as far as she risked pushing against his evasion. Her hands covered his shaped seidr, making it disappear as she engulfed his fingers to catch his look one last time.
“Don’t you ever be disrespectful to her, Loki,” she said, though her voice lacked any accusation.
“She’ll die in the first real war,” he breathed then.
“Is that what you observed?”
His head turned away, his hands escaped the captivity.
“It’s clear as daylight. A maiden doesn’t belong here.”
“What about the Valkyries?”
“They’re a separate race, Mother. They’re born to be warriors.”
“So was she.” She knew the disagreement in his silence. “If you hadn’t healed her wounds, I would have.”
“Out of pity?”
“No. Because she belongs here. Her valour is for a grand purpose. She is meant and willing to protect the next King.”
That would be Thor, Loki thought now, unless he came up with something to turn the tide. If there was a tide to turn at all, unlike he’d been feeling lately, although he was aware that it was all in his head. But the wait of these long years, the unseen end of it, the possibility of it all being in vain got the better of him on some days. He had nothing to lose with asking.
“Has Father decided yet?”
In response, she pulled him to herself, her forehead resting against his temple regardless of his permission. Her cool hand lay under his jaw affectionately, his frown of discomfort escaping her vision. But she wouldn’t have heeded it anyway while she was bent on hiding her own expression.
“I know it troubles you." She spoke in a hushed voice. "I am not to know which of you is worthier of leading our people, and I thank for that blessing every day. Do your best, Loki, work your hardest, become your best self, that is all you do. And we’ll see what’s coming. We’ll all se eventually. But always remember, it doesn’t matter to me who either of you becomes. Never doubt that I love you.”
He let her keep his forehead against hers for just a bit longer, and he afforded honesty for once.
"I won't, Mother."
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