A/N: This was a product of an ask meme from startraveller776.
My cool is melting away in the making
Oh miss, you can't see me like this
Helpless, helpless
- Neon Trees, Helpless
The battle raged on. Part of him was indifferent, and part of him was concerned.
She was there.
Frigga. His mother.
Yes, she may not have birthed him, but she loved and cared for him as if he was her own. It was to her that he ran to when Thor's attempts to control the thunder frightened him as a child, and it was to her that he turned to for words of wisdom upon Thor's banishment and the All-Father's sudden Odinsleep.
Her safety was his utmost concern at the moment, and yet he could do nothing to help her.
He was helpless. A useless relic who couldn't even do anything to protect the single person in the Nine Realms who meant anything to him.
The only thing he could do now was pray that the Asgardians were wise and skilled enough to protect her from the Dark Elves.
As he stood from his position close to the glass panel, the light in front of him shimmered, and the very image of the All-Mother stood before him. Unlike her previous 'visit', she looked different. Not in the sense that she was wearing different clothes, but rather she looked…pre-occupied.
"My son," she murmured, just as a dark figure flickered behind her. A flash of brightest silver, grey skin mixed with the black hilt of the blade.
"No," Loki moaned, his hand reaching for hers in a vain attempt to hold her and pull her away from the vicious visage of Malekith the Accursed. "Please."
Frigga's blue eyes locked on to his, and in that one glance, he saw all the love, acceptance, and understanding anyone had ever given him during his entire existence.
A tear slid down his cheek, and while he told himself to look away, he didn't. She inhaled, and with her last breath, whispered two words:
"Protect her."
Frigga's image swam out of focus, and he felt himself stumble backwards, his back hitting the far wall of his cell. The tear that had slid down his cheek had since dried, although it was followed by another tear, and then another.
My son.
My.
Son.
The words echoed in his head, finally reaching a crescendo, and Loki felt the extreme weight on his chest release. He clutched his forehead, covering the tears that finally fell, accompanied by a single word.
"Mother."