Strangefrost Oneshots

part five ~ get out of the closet (1)

Loki's Coming Out Story

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Asgard

"Mother, I truly do not see why this event is necessary."

"Your brother has returned from defeating the savages in Vanaheim; it is time to feast and have a party," Frigga said, exasperated as she positioned Loki's gold shoulder plates onto his tunic. "And besides, I thought you loved parties?"

Loki grumbled, and sighed, heeding his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his full battle armour. He smirked. I look glorious, he thought snootily.

"Loki," Frigga scolded.

He started, eyes widening. "What?"

"Just because you look well-dressed does not mean you can indulge in arrogance. I did not raise you to be an arse."

Loki rolled his eyes. "You weren't supposed to be hearing my thoughts."

She let out a laugh. "I knew you were going to say that!"

"I'm telling you, Mother, you spend too much time with me."

She walked to stand in front of him, cocking a brow. "Would you rather I didn't?"

He sighed, looking down at her. She looked wonderful as well. Her hair was held up into two large twists atop her head, with the majority hanging down loose over her back and shoulders. It curled all the way down to its tips. She wore a long silk dress of a deep ocean blue. Loki smiled.

"Of course not," he murmured, taking her hand between his. "You are the only person in the whole realm I can actually stand."

She tutted and slipped out of his grasp to fetch his helmet. "You should try widen your horizons, Loki. Find someone."

He snapped his gaze to her. "What?"

She was grinning as she picked up his horned headpiece. "Find someone," she repeated.

He stared at her, incredulous. "As in a lover?" He asked, almost disgusted.

"Loki!" Frigga sighed. "It is not as weak of a feat as you are imagining! Loving someone takes strength. Strength to show your vulnerability to somebody you trust. Your brother can do it, why can't you?"

"Nobody -"

"Is a match for you," Frigga finished for him. "I know, I know. But maybe they don't have to be." She brought a hand up to hold his cheek. "Find someone who will love you for you, my boy. And if you can't do it for yourself; do it for me," she added in a whisper. She looked hopeful.

Loki closed his eyes and smoothed his tongue over his teeth, thinking.

"I'm sure there are many women in Asgard not only find you attractive but are worth your time."

His eyes flew open. His heart sped up for a moment. He sucked in a breath.

"And what if I don't want a woman?" He asked quietly, his voice pitching at his last word.

Frigga laughed. "Would you rather have a Bilgesnipe?"

He turned to her, slightly irritated. He gave her a look and her smile faded for a second.

"Oh, dear -"

"Yes."

"You mean -"

"Yes."

"You're - ?"

He sighed. "Yes. But you can't tell Thor. I will tell him, just not yet."

Frigga furrowed her brows and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

"I'm sorry, Loki," she breathed. She pulled away to see his gaze soften. "I shouldn't have assumed."

"You had every right to." He smirked.

"Well, yes. You've brought a few women home, haven't you?"

He shrugged, as though it was no major feat. "A few."

"Last week... what was her name?"

"Edyth." Loki grinned mischievously. "There was another girl with her; I'd placed a cloaking spell on her so she could sneak into my chambers unnoticed."

"Loki."

"Abigail, I think it was," he said boastfully.

"You're a bad boy."

Loki flashed her a wink. "Oh, I know."

She rolled her eyes at him and put her finger to her nose, tapping it. "And a couple weeks before that? The one with that gorgeous straight blonde hair?"

Loki chuckled. "Megalynne."

"She was beautiful."

"And quite a marvelous kisser."

Frigga sighed. "But you didn't feel anything?"

"Not a thing. Lust, sure, but that's a physicality. The body wants what it wants, but the heart yearns differently."

"Where did you learn that?" Frigga asked, handing him his helmet.

He placed it carefully on his head, gazing once again at his intimidating figure in the mirror.

"A Midgardian romance novel," he admitted, straightening his chest plate. "Stole it when I tried to rule their planet."

"It is a wonder how I put up with you," Frigga muttered. She tutted. "You truly are the God of Mischief, aren't you?"

"To the core, Mother."

She shook her head, but smiled. "Are you ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," he sighed.

"Go find the man of your dreams, Loki," Frigga told him, squeezing his hand.

"I doubt I will, but thank you nevertheless, Mother."

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{honestly, this was so much fun to write :) i know it's not strangefrost, but i'm sure y'all enjoyed it anyway. get out of the closet #2 is coming next. you're welcome ;)}