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Loki's bottom lip quivered, his green eyes holding back tears as his mother looked over the bruise pale skin around his innocent face. His mother, Frigga All-Mother, looked over her child with pain over her own features. It silently killed her to see her young son in so much pain; the tears brimming on the edge of his eyes as he held himself back, wanting to appear strong.

Again, Thor and Loki had fought; over what neither one was exactly sure. It started out easily enough, over a toy or possibly the turn in which they were to play. It later turned into a shouting match and then later the fists began flying. Frigga got there just in time, right when Thor had Loki in a newly learned arm bar.

Loki was crying out for Thor to stop, his small arm not nearly strong enough to with stand Thor's force; Thor's cheers of victory hanging overhead before Frigga's own powerful voice halted the assault.

"Stop!" She shouted, causing Thor to jump off of his brother with such fervor that he almost fell backward himself. "What's going on here?"
"Nothing!" Thor called back, hiding his guilty hands behind his back as Loki tried to push himself to his feet.

Frigga sent a silent look towards Thor as she picked Loki up, helping the small five year-old boy to his feet. The purple bruises had begun to form around his cheeks and his temple; his pale lip was busted and slowly bleeding as his mouth began to fill with the copper taste of blood. Frigga swept the boy into her arms, lifting him on her hip before she looked to Thor. He lowered his head, hiding his guilty face as she hissed "We will discuss this later."

I hindsight she might have been too hard on Thor, the young boy simply playing the only boys do. He didn't mean to hurt Loki – he loved his brother, sometimes a little too much.

Now this boy sat in front of her, too strong to let the tears flow as they wanted to, and too stubborn to actually tell Frigga where on his small body it hurt. His thin arms crossed over his chest, he avoided Frigga's warm gaze as she placed medicine to his wounds. He hissed loudly, flinching as the stinging liquid tried to heal his wound.

"Loki! Sit still!" She warned, putting more of the liquid on her cotton rag.
"It hurts."
"Well, it would hurt less if you would sit still!"

The second time she looked over the bruised and swollen skin, he didn't move, though still holding his arms tightly over his chest. Frigga half-laughed to herself as she gently rubbed her soft thumb over the swollen flesh under his eye. "So stubborn. Just like your father." Loki turned away from Frigga, hiding himself as best as he could before losing control over his poor tears.

"I could have handled it, mother. I could handle Thor all by myself."
"I'm sure you could." She said, not truly listening as she prepped a few bandages.
"One day I'm gonna be big and strong, like father."
"Oh, I know you will be."
"And then I can beat up Thor."

With that, he got Frigga's attention.

Frigga lifted Loki's chin, rather forcefully as the young boy was fighting her every move, until he was looking into her kind eyes. She wiped away a few rouge tears from his cheeks, before she smiled at him, her eyes smiling before her lips.

"My darling boy, my sweet, sweet boy; you cannot fight like Thor."
Loki's eyes widened, tears threatening to fall again.

"Thor is good at certain things, fighting, eating, making a mess of things." Frigga said, getting a quick smile out of the boy. "You, on the other hand, are better at other things; you are quick on your feet, cunning, and, with a little bit of training-" Frigga whispered before waving her hand over Loki's face, a green glow healing all of his wounds in an instant. "-You could learn magic."

"Hey!" Loki smiled, looking at her glowing green hand. "How did you do that?"
"Magic, my dear."
"But why did you have to use that stuff on my face earlier?" He asked, his brows furrowing.
"Can't a mother bond with her child anymore?"

"Not all strengths are the same, Loki. Some people are stronger in certain areas and weaker in others – and just because you are strong doesn't mean you are better than anyone else. That's why you may never fight like Thor; you don't need to. You need be strong where he is weak, and likewise. Thor will be the first one to run into a fight, you need to be the person to know whether it'll be worth fighting."

Loki smiled up at his mother, a glimmer in his eyes warming Frigga's heart.

"Will you really teach me magic?"
"Of course."
"And then I can beat Thor?"
"Let's not get carried away, now." Frigga said, putting the horrible medicine away and tossing the bandages. "A good warrior knows that a fight is better won through words, not wars."

She patted down his hair once more, running her hand over the side of her sons face as she smiled up at her. "My sweet boy, you are every bit as good as Thor."" She said, smiling down at her son.

"Every bit."

I'd love to know what you thought, if you think I should continue or not.
And yes, I know it's short, but it's a quick drabble.

~pure.