To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader)

Before To Be a Weapon, Part One

Loki had come to resent his father.
Odin and Frigga were at attentive to him when he was a child and tried to ensure that he felt equal to his adoptive sibling, showing them both with the same amount of love and care, yet he still felt that he was living in his brother's shadow.
On numerous occasions, he had shown his father that he would be a good king, who told him so as well. However, Odin had already decided that Thor would be Asgard's next king, and so the Allfather's praises that Loki would make a capable king felt like lies, for he would never be made king at all.
It was only when Loki learned that he was a Frost Giant, and was lied to by his father, that he truly came to resent him.

Loki, however, loved Frigga dearly.
Out of his two parents, she was the one he had grown the closest to and spent the most time with.
She had taught him magic, and showed him just as much love as she did with his brother, for she loved both of her children equally.

Loki still felt heartache. Knowing that in his last moments with his mother, he had fought with
her. He remembered it all too well, as if it had happened just moments ago.

"Odin continues to bring me new friends. How thoughtful."
"The books I sent, do they not interest you?"
Loki turned to his mother as they stood in his cell. "Is that how I'm to wile away eternity? Reading?"
"I've done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki."
"Have you? Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor? It must be so inconvenient for them asking after me day and night."
"You know full well that your actions have brought you here."
"My actions. I was merely giving truth to the lie that I've been fed my entire life, that I was born to be a king."
"A king? A true king admits his faults. What of the lives you took on Earth?"
"A mere handful compared to the numbers Odin has taken himself."
"Your father-"
Before the Allmother could finish speaking, Loki interrupted her. "He's not my father!"
"Then am I not your mother?"
Loki hesitated for a moment. "You're not."
Tears welled up in Frigga's eyes and she smiled at her son sadl KO y. "Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself."
She took a step towards him and extended her hands. Loki went to touch her hand but his hand went right through hers, as she was only a hologram. He looked at the hologram with sadness as it disappeared.

Knowing that he had played a part in Frigga's death, even though it wasn't intentional, made him feel all the more guilty. For had he not told that Kursed to take the stairs to the left, then the Kursed may not have made it's way to the room in which Frigga was in. Maybe if he hadn't said anything, Frigga would still be alive.

But if one looks at it in a certain way, then they just might thank Loki for his mistake.
Frigga's death is what pulled the brothers together and it was emotive for both of them. If Frigga hadn't died, then the brothers never would've fought together.
Now the brothers were together again, but at such a considerable cost. It was a terrible sacrifice. How saddening, that the only thing that brought the brother's together would lead to permanent heartbreak.

To say that the brothers were not pleased with themselves after the battle, however, would be a lie. They had avenged their mother's death, after all. Thor defeated Malekith and Loki killed the very same Kursed that had stabbed Frigga's heart.
For Loki, knowing he played a part in killing his adoptive mother's murderer brought the frost giant a sense of peace and relief, from the weight of his guilt. He would always carry it with him, but at least it had lessened.

However, after the battle in which he and the god of thunder had fought valiantly against the Dark Elves, Loki had been injured.
Thor would have to leave his brother behind, as he could not carry his brother everywhere he went, for it would jeopardize the mission of defeating Malekith. After all, he wouldn't be able to fight to his full extent if he was constantly worrying for his brother's safety.
Luckily, Heimdall saw everything and sent one of Asgard's warriors to assist the god of mischief. As soon as his brother and the guard were teleported away by the Bifrost, Thor and Jane had continued on the mission by themselves.

Shortly after Malekith was finally defeated, the God of Thunder received word that his brother was completely healed, thanks to the use of magic, he made haste for Asgard.
To his dismay however, Loki had been returned to his cell as soon as he was well.
It seemed that his brother would not be released from his punishment as Thor had hoped.
Did he not deserve at least some leniency after all that he had done, for not just Asgard but all of the Nine Realms, in the battle against the Dark Elves?

Thor planned to correct this.

Several days after Malekith's defeat, Thor was walking through the palace's garden and stopped for a moment, as he spotted an unfamiliar statue. It had been quite some time since he last visited the place, but he doesn't recall a statue ever being in this particular part of the gardens. Curious, he approached the statue.

It was new and exquisitely done.
A life-size statue of Frigga.
A memorial to his mother, in honor of her sacrifice.
It was clearly made by the finest sculpture in all of Asgard. It captured her beauty and grace perfectly. Her lips were in a small, gentle smile; a smile that Thor missed dearly.

He held back the tears. How he wished he could go back and relive his moments with Frigga when he was just a young boy, as he now cherished those memories, and knew his brother felt the same way.

He took one last look at the statue of his mother and said, "I will fix this mother. I swear, that I will find a way to heal Loki's damaged heart and help him find himself again. You have my word."

As he walked off in the direction of the throne room, he could have sworn he heard Frigga's voice softly say into the breeze, "I know you will, Thor. I know you will."