that's what he told himself when he saw the visage of queen frigga, her arms outstretched towards her, am I not your mother? and loki could not breathe, could not speak. he fled, cowardly to the end. he clutches his chest, trying to regulate his breathing. normally, this wouldn't be an issue. but his throat started to ache under the weight of frigga's mournful gaze and it's as if everything else came crashing down. he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't even be alive. he was supposed to be — supposed to be —
he hears a skitter. too soft for footsteps. his survival instincts kick in, a dagger coolly sliding into his palm. something approaches. he's too weak for a real fight, but that doesn't mean loki is weak. ]
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that's what he told himself when he saw the visage of queen frigga, her arms outstretched towards her, am I not your mother? and loki could not breathe, could not speak. he fled, cowardly to the end. he clutches his chest, trying to regulate his breathing. normally, this wouldn't be an issue. but his throat started to ache under the weight of frigga's mournful gaze and it's as if everything else came crashing down. he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't even be alive. he was supposed to be — supposed to be —
he hears a skitter. too soft for footsteps. his survival instincts kick in, a dagger coolly sliding into his palm. something approaches. he's too weak for a real fight, but that doesn't mean loki is weak. ]