Metal Mouth Piece

by: shirokoneko19


Stuck.

Stuck in his mother's arms, Loki remained still. He inhaled his mother's perfume. Calming, and sweet like flowers. He didn't know quite how to take it. He was happy. No, sad. No, lost. No, confused. NO! Conflicted. Yes, he was conflicted. That was what he was.

"I'm sorry, Loki. I'm sorry you're stuck here. I'm sorry you're hurting…" Mother almost cried again, but she caught herself.

"Stop. Mother please… stop." Loki edged away from Mother. She let go with reluctance, then looked confused and hurt. Her face said she wanted to know why.

"I can't take it. Seeing you, stop crying, mother please. I can't take the guilt. Please…" Loki bent down, and lowered his head and gaze.

A tear.

A tear once more, fell to the ground. Not from Thor, not from Mother, but from Loki. He shook with strong emotions. Shuddering breaths, and silent heaves. "Lo…" Mother reached to touch Loki's face, but he edged away. As if, her hand were hot, and it hurt to touch. Mother could barely take it, to watch her son- her own son, not adopted- cry like this. She hurt that she could not comfort him. So instead, she turned to Thor, and melted to him, to cry, as she could do only nothing.

"what- what do I do?" she cried to Thor, the new king of Asgard.

"We wait mother, we wait. And we will be patient…"


did you know that my pen name means white kitten? funny cuz i have two black cats. Loki and Thor. and they are such perfect for their names!