Hello, Darling. (Loki Imagines/One-shots)

Treehouse (&Momma Frigga)

(Mother and son PLATONIC mother & son relationship)

Loki ran through the forest, every few seconds checking behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed. Odin had just gotten done yelling at him, once again, for something he didn't have much control over. So, to remedy this, Loki had taken off once he was out of sight.

This wasn't the first time he had run off, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sometimes, if there was an event he was supposed to go to, guards would be sent out to find him, but oftentimes they just let him be.

That was, unless Frigga found out. If Loki's mother noticed his absence, she would immediately go look for him herself.

Loki found himself at the treehouse he and Thor had made together several years ago. Thor mostly had forgotten about it, but it had become Loki's sanctuary. He climbed the ladder, skipping the third rung, as it was broken.

Inside the treehouse, there was a bookcase Loki had filled with some of his comfort books, along with sketchbooks and art supplies scattered on a nearby table.

Loki picked up one of his books and began to read as he listened to the birds' chirping outside, followed by the rustle of the leaves in the wind.

After some time had passed, Loki heard someone walking around below. He listened for a minute, hearing the footsteps come to a stop around the front of the treehouse. He could tell who the footsteps belonged to, but he opted to not say anything.

"Loki?" He heard his mother call, still choosing to not say anything. "Loki, I know you're up there." She continued, and after Loki didn't respond, he could hear her begin to climb the ladder.

Frigga made it in the treehouse, but Loki continued to pretend to read his book and ignore her, causing her to sigh. "Boy, I'm getting too old to be climbing up that ladder."

She moved over and sat beside Loki, glancing over at the book in his hands. "What book are you reading?" She asked, and Loki finally glanced over at her. "Poetic Edda." He replied, and Frigga nodded.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a minute, Loki still staring at the words on the page, before Frigga spoke again. "What's got you upset?" She asked, and Loki just shrugged. "Darling, I'm your mother, I know you better than that."

"Father was mad at something I didn't have any control over." Loki admitted, and Frigga took Loki's hand in hers, looking him in the eyes.

"Would you like to talk to me about it?" She asked, and Loki shook his head. "That's fine." She said, rubbing the palms of his hand to try to comfort him. Loki used to love this when he was younger, and he still found some comfort in it.

"Your father is very stressed right now." Frigga stated, and Loki looked up at her. "His council needs to make a big decision on a sensitive matter by the end of the week, but they seem to be split."

Frigga frowned, adding, "Although, that doesn't make it alright for him to pin any blame on you. I'll talk to him."

Loki smiled, leaning into his mother's touch. "Thank you, Mother." He said, and Frigga smiled back at him. "Your welcome, my dear."

They sat in each others' company for a good while, before Loki spoke. "You know, I am getting kind of hungry." Frigga laughed, patting his head.

"Well then, I suppose we should be getting back home so I can make us something to eat." She said, and Loki nodded. "I suppose."

Loki crawled down the ladder first, followed by Frigga. "Watch out for the third step!" He called out, just as Frigga was about to step on it. Luckily, she heard him, and was able to redirect her step.

When she got on the ground, she sighed. "As I said, I'm too old for this stuff." Loki raised his eyebrow, grinning. "You don't look too old."

Frigga chuckled, shaking her head. "You do know how to flatter me, my son. Perhaps I'll have to make us some pastries along with our meal." Loki grinned, nodding, and the pair started their walk back to the palace.