Done as a drabble fic challenge! The prompt: Put a number and two characters from the same fandom in a comment, and get a drabble. This drabble was asked for on my Live Journal account by FrostyDragon to write: The prompt: Sick with Loki/Frigga. If you would like to participate, check my profile page here for the link to my Archive account and go comment!
#12/sick and Marvel/Frigga and Loki. ;-)
Frigga applied the damp cloth to Loki's heated brow as he whimpered his discomfort. Loki always was the sort to eat up the attention she would dote upon him when he became ill as gods of Asgard rarely did fall to sickness being immune to most any natural diseases not that there weren't a few strains that even took a god to their knees.
Odin would tell him to suck it up in more flavorful terms, to which Loki would pout sourly, but with Frigga, Loki would not put on airs allowing her to comfort him in the way only a mother knows.
This particular aliment was caused by Loki's own design in an attempt to weaken Thor before the annual tournaments. Loki had concocted a wicked brew of the Measles with the help of Amora and much to his chagrin the two had ended up arguing over technicalities leading Amora to blast the vial containing the germ into Loki's fireplace. It had not all perished though, and within a day's time Loki had managed to contract it along with most everyone in the city's walls.
Odin had used his own vast powers to cure the inhabitants of Asgard, but because of Loki's involvement, as punishment, Odin decreed that he would have to deal with his own made consequences leading him here weak and stricken with self pity that he was once again made to suffer.
Loki felt like he was going to die shivering with waves of chills followed by incoherent bouts where he felt his skin was on fire, but throughout it all, Frigga was there to bring him soup, blankets, and company.
She sat now beside him as she sighed tiredly, "I don't understand why you do this to yourself over and over again my son."
Normally such reprimands would make Loki instantly irritable, and his sarcasm laced words would have rebutted, but in his current state he simply mumbled feebly, "Of course you wouldn't."
Wringing out the cloth to apply the rag anew she responded, "Then tell me Loki. Make me understand."
She couldn't possibly understand why he did what he did, none of them did, and Loki supposed his jealousy of Thor always seemed to reach new heights at every turn because of everyone around him's lack of understanding. It was Loki's turn to sigh as he looked away towards the window remaining silent for some time before glancing back to see Frigga watching him. She had reached out a hand to lay atop his and pat it gently. "You know, it wasn't always like this. Do you remember when the winter broke to wild flowers, and you and I would go to the fields and just ride horses as fast as their hooves would carry us all the way to the river's edge?"
He did remember. It was one of his happiest memories of the two of them where they would often unpack a lunch and dine while watching the rolling waters take twigs downstream and the wild life played a symphony as if just for the two of them. Loki smiled at her speaking with content over malice for once since their family had seen betrayal at his hands at many turns, "Thank you mother. That memory always gives me peace."
Loki blinked wearily, feeling Frigga's hand caress his cheek lovingly as she rose, "Rest now Loki. I will return in a few hours."
Taking in a deep breath, Loki let his eyes that weighed like led droop as he felt himself sink towards sleep. Somehow this woman still found a place in her heart to love him, and as much as he often denied it and questioned it, he did not do so now.
