Disclaimer: If I owned this, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?

A/n: This was originally set to happen later on in the story, like when Loki was a teenager, but than I was like, no way, I want Frigga to cuddle with little-Loki, so now I'm posting it early. And yes, the original goddess Frigga was a Seer. I did my research, thank you very much.


Frigga loved what she could do. Being a Seer, she could look into the future and tell things that were going to happen hours, days, months or occasionally even years from now. It was quite useful, being the wife of an all-powerful king and being a Seer as well. Whenever her Husband was in doubt, she could always steer him in the right direction. She could help him make the right decisions for Asgard and it's people.

The goddess also loved being a mother. Not only to a kingdom, but to too small boys who she could call her own. Despite the fact that she hadn't given birth to either of them, the queen took comfort to knowing that neither boy's real mother's would not be returning to claim them anytime soon.

As far as they knew, they were both her children. Frigga hated lying to them, but it was the only way. Wasn't it far more decent to tell a small, white lie than knowing the ugly truth?

Yet tonight, all Frigga could look at was the ugly and horrific truth. Like most of her visions, this one had come to her during sleep.

It was a warm and clear night when the queen had woken up in her bed, screaming. Two of the guards came running into her and her Husband's room, not bothering to knock. They must have feared the worst—Odin was at a meeting with some of the other gods, and Frigga had requested to be dismissed early in order to rest. She had never really been needed in those meetings; she wasn't the king. She welded no power in front of the Council of the Almighty. She had been granted her wish and was allowed to return to her chambers early.

She had just only fallen asleep when a powerful vision took her captive in it's icy and terrifying grasp.

Frigga shooed away the guards, saying that it was only a nightmare. No, she didn't need Odin. Yes, she would just like to be left alone. So the guards glanced at one another, hesitant to leave their queen alone, but they eventually obeyed.

Frigga pressed her hand over her chest and breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. It didn't seem to be working, for what she had seen in her vision had frightened her more than anything.

She had seen Thor and Loki—her two sweet, innocent, lovely children. She had seen them, not as boys but as men; fully grown, fully matured men. And they had been fighting each other to the death, Thor wielding Mjolnir, Loki armed with her Husband's staff.

It was the thing that Frigga had feared most ever since Odin had returned to her, holding in his arms a Frost Giant baby. At first, she had been outraged—how dare he bring that thing into their house and home! How dare he assume that she could—would—take it under her wing and raise it as her own!

But the same had happened with Thor. She had learned that her Husband had an affair, and his lover was pregnant. She was so angry, but she wanted a child so badly that she didn't banish his lover as long as the baby would be hers. The woman had agreed, handing the blue-eyed babe to her the second it was out of her womb.

When Odin showed her how easily the Front Giant child could be disguised as their own, she still wasn't convinced. True, they could magically disguise his outer appearance, and he was such a tiny little thing...Frigga was still hesitating when the small child had blinked it's sleepy eyes open. It's green eyes, not red. Frigga couldn't help but let the motherly instinct take over and she finally agreed.

Her heart was still racing as the goddess threw back the covers from her bed and practically ran out of her room. What a strange sight it must have been, seeing the Queen of Asgard dash out into the hall in nothing more than her nightgown, the curls of her hair flying out behind her.

Frigga slipped into her youngest son's room, closing the door louder than necessary. This disturbance woke Loki, who slowly opened his eyes and blinked owlishly at her.

"Mother?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed.

Before she knew what she was doing, Frigga had crossed the room in three longs strides. When she reached his bed, she sat on the edge of it and pulled Loki into her lap, holding him close. The boy froze in the sudden action, but he soon relaxed into the embrace.

"Mother, are you alright?" asked Loki again, his voice clearer this time as he began to fully wake up.

"I love you," she said in a response. She clutched him tighter, as if loosing her grip would mean losing him. "I love you so much."

"...I love you, too, Mother," Loki answered. His voice was questioning but she didn't care.

"I love you," Frigga whispered into his hair, letting the tears that she didn't know she was holding back fall.

Frigga hated what she could do. She could see into the future, yet could never change what was going to happen. It hurt her to see her son's fight. It hurt her to see Loki in so much emotional pain.

But most of all, it hurt knowing that she couldn't hold her little Loki in her arms forever.


A/n: Sheesh, it almost pains me to write something this short! Please review and tell me if I'm right for posting it so early in the game!