XX.My whole heart

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 My apologies for errors and typos 

  "I think you're a peach."

▷NOTES/WARNINGS:I am not fluent in old Norse nor am I well versed in it

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NOTES/WARNINGS:I am not fluent in old Norse nor am I well versed in it. If i use the wrong tenses and pronouns I'm sorry. I'm still looking for a beta so all mistakes and typos are my own fault <3- Eira. All asterisks (*) will be translated at the bottom of the page though using context clues you can infer what the translated words are.

-Third Pov, past child Loki-

"What does love look like?" A young Loki asked right before the queen mother shut off his light for the night.

It wasn't abnormal for Loki to stall his bedtime by running around and casting illusions or requesting five stories read and told with his mother's magic. Thor would already be long asleep in his bed across the room before Loki finally let himself rest and his mother depart.

He never asked out of the blue questions at night let alone his bedtime no matter how desperate he was to stall his slumber.If Loki had a question he had been thinking about the matter for a while.

The queen mother sighed and dropped her hand from around the candle she was going to blow out. Frigga turned on her heel with the same warm demeanor she always kept with her sons and returned to sit on the edge on Loki's bed. "Why do you ask ást* ?" she whispered as to not wake Thor. Her hand ran over Loki's hair gently and pushed it out of his face before resting on his cheek.

The young boy's brows furrowed in confusion before he spoke again, "Why do you call me that? I don't look like love."

Frigga smiled and retracted her hand from him completely, Loki was always the inquisitive one and he was a child after her own heart. Every question and thought he shared vocally was always admired by her no matter the weight of it.

"Love has a face but it differs from person to person. You are my ást and that is why I address you as such. You, Thor and your father all look like love whenever I look at you."

"Well then how come you don't call Thor ást ? Do I look more like love than he does?"

"Thor is my sæla* but does that mean you do not make me happy?"

"No..."

"Love is not strictly one thing or one face. There is no measure to love either no matter who tells you otherwise. I call you ást not because you look more like love to me than Thor but because that is your nickname given from me to you because I love you."

"So, it's a special name just like Thor's?"

"Of course."

"Then who looks like love to me?"

"You have to know that for yourself ást, that is something I cannot tell you. But you know there are different types of love do you not?"

"I love you móðir* but I can't tell if you look like love."

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