Loki's Secret

Chapter 1: Loki's Problem

Loki sat on his bed trembling in fear. The past six weeks had been nothing but torture. The plastic test in his hands showed no result and he was absolutely terrified of what could come. He groaned leaning back on his bed letting out a prolonged sigh. The sounds of approaching footsteps sent him throwing the test under the covers of his bed. A familiar voice at the door started to calm his nerves. "Loki?" His mother said. "Come in. " He replied. Frigga walked into his chambers and flicked on the candles that were off. She walked towards him and pulled him into a caring embrace. It was the least he could do to not start sobbing in her arms. "Something is troubling you." She said rubbing her fingers through his raven hair. Loki mumbled something under his breath. "It is nothing. It is just a minor phase." Frigga looked over him before sitting down next to her youngest son. "You know you can tell me anything. I can feel your discomfort. I know everything about you." She said looking into his eyes. Loki relaxed a little bit leaning back into the covers of his bed. "I know, mother. There is nothing going on with me." He began to feel bile rising up his throat and he was doing everything he could to stop it. Frigga noticed that he was beginning to turn green at the gills and said. "I am going to leave since you refuse to tell me anything." She walked slowly outside the door and listened to him inside. Loki rushed into his shared bathroom and promptly vomited into the toilet. "Drat this nausea and sickness." Frigga heard this and practically rushed into the bathroom. "Loki?" Loki didn't even try to hold back his sobs. "I feel terrible." Those we're the only words that he could even manage to say before the world turned black and he woke up in bed the next day.

Authors Note: This story will contain flashbacks and other things that will add to the effect of the overall story.