All These Things That I've Done (Loki One-Shot)

A/N: In a deleted scene from Thor 2 Thor asks Frigga why she indulges Loki in gifts and visits. It may not have made it into the final cut that she visited him more than once, but I still put it to use. It might be a little jumbled sounding. I’ve been working on this for three months on and off. I also mention Thor spanking Loki as well. You might want to check that story out too though it’s not required to be able to read this. It's under the title "Wanting Back".

 Warning: Contains spanking of a deserving, maniacal god of mischief. Because he totally had it coming. Possible OOCness.

 Disclaimer: If I owned it you would know, because this most certainly would have happened!

   Loki sat on the cold floor of his cell. By dungeon standards, it wasn’t as bad as those he had seen on Mid-Gard or other realms and planets. But there was no privacy. The walls were transparent, allowing everyone else to see inside. Loki could have put up an illusion, but what was the point? He wasn’t going to be doing anything with his illusions other than what he was doing; sitting on the floor of his cell.

     He lifted his hand lazily and twirled his fingers, causing green wisps of magic to swirl through the air. He smiled faintly. Magic had ever been soothing to him. He was glad that he at least was able to keep his magic. He would have soon gone mad without it in these barren cells.

    “I pleaded with Odin, you know.”

    The familiar voice caught him off guard. The magic died instantly from his fingers and he looked up, his mouth gaping, which rarely happened.

    Frigga stood straight and tall, her green and gold dress swooping down to the floor in an elegant train, her hair woven into a long thick braid. The faintest of smiles touched her lips, and her eyes sparkled vaguely. But her expression was sad, and slightly exasperated.

     “Mo—” Loki stopped himself. She was not his mother. Not really.

     Frigga’s expression didn’t change, but she did step closer. “Loki.”

     Loki swallowed, stood and cleared his throat. Then he suddenly found that he could not speak. He glanced around the cell, not meeting Frigga’s eyes. Finally he asked, his tone distant and aloof. “Why have you come?”

    Frigga raised her eyebrows. “Is it not acceptable to his highness that his own mother come to visit him?”

    Loki narrowed his eyes as the sarcasm, then added in a mocking tone. “I’m surprised Odin allowed you here.”

  Frigga’s head cocked to the side a bit as she scoffed. “Your father does not allow me to do anything Loki. You know this.”

     The faintest of smiles tugged at the corners of Loki’s lips, but he quickly cleared his throat and replaced his mask. “As you will.” He clasped his hands behind his back and took a few steps forward to watch as a struggling prisoner was dragged into their own cell.