Frigga noticed the tension in Odin's shoulders as she peaked into his office. She entered with a knock as he turned his chair to face her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, seeing anger gleam in his eye.

"Send in Loki," he gruffed at her.

She kneeled at his feet, grabbing his hands. "Tell me," she ordered.

Odin pulled his hands away and stalked out of the room, stopping at the feet of the stairs to call, "Loki!"

Frigga could hear her son's bedroom door open as he called, "Yeah?"

"Come down here."

She bound out of the room, watching her son trudge down the stairs, her husband scowling at the bottom. "Go to your room," she told her son.

"Frigga," Odin growled. "Loki, come here."

Loki stopped mid-step, not sure which command to follow.

"Go to your room!" Frigga yelled, urging Loki to action as he ran up the stairs and back into his room. She faced Odin who was glowering.

"I wished to speak to him."

"You wished to yell at him," Frigga countered. "And I must need know why."

Odin shook his head, storming back into his office. Frigga followed, hot on his heels. "This does not concern you," he told her.

"He is my son," she responded. "He is always my concern."

Odin did not answer, choosing instead to brood in his seat, tapping anxiously at his desk. Frigga stood before him, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

They were both stubborn. Two pig headed fools, constantly butting heads. Now was no different. One would have to relent and nearly twenty years of marriage had weakened Odin's ability to withstand his wife's ire.

Frigga watched as he gave in, tiredness sweeping over his body. "He is argr."

"Don't you dare," Frigga cut in, a finger pointed menacingly at her husband. "You will not say such a thing about my baby."

Odin stood. "He is argr. I tell no lies." He handed Loki's phone to her, practically shoving it into her hands. "Read those messages and tell me he is not."

Frigga looked at Odin in shock. "You went through his phone?" Frigga asked, dumbfounded.

"I was concerned," Odin argued.

"So you broke his trust?" Frigga squeezed the phone in her hands, not glancing at it for a second.

Odin yelled, "Do you think Stark's son has befriended Loki because he likes him?"

"This is about Anthony?"

"Anthony only wishes to use him," Odin insisted. "Like he has everyone else."

"Like who, Odin?" Frigga challenged. "He is a boy. Not yet eighteen and you accuse him of malice and ill will."

"If he is anything like his father – "

"He is nothing like Howard."

"Can you not see it is an act he puts on for you?"

"You have gone mad."

"I am mad for wishing to protect him?"

"Yes," Frigga shouted. "What were you to say to him? What was your plan of attack? Tell me, because I truly wish to know." She placed the phone on his desk before walking away, giving Odin a moment to collect his thoughts.

He sat tiredly in his chair, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. He heard soft footsteps and was surprised to see Loki standing before him, Frigga behind.

That woman.

"Mother said you wished to see me."

Odin looked to his wife who watched him with judging eyes. He returned his attention to his son, who fidgeted under the gaze.

"Yes," Odin said, leaning back in his chair, hoping to appear more nonchalant than he felt. "Sit," he ordered, watching his son take a seat, casting a hopeful look at his mother. "Frigga," he said. "Please shut the door behind you."

Frigga clenched her jaw but followed the command, causing Odin to relax a touch.

"I don't want you seeing Anthony Stark any longer."

Loki's eyes grew wide as he processed his father's words. "What – what do you mean… see?" Loki sputtered.

"You know what I mean," Odin continued. "End it."

Loki shook his head in disbelief. "He's my friend," Loki argued. "My only friend. Why?"

"I will not have a son that is argr," Odin said.

Loki rose from his seat, shouting, "I am not argr!"

"Then break up with your boyfriend," Odin shouted back.

The teen opened his mouth to argue but quickly closed it.

"You're not going to deny it?" Odin asked. Loki glared at him. "I thought you'd at least try to lie, Loki."

"How did you find out?" Loki asked quietly, hands clenched at his sides, eyes downcast. It was then that Loki saw his phone and he put two and two together. Looking up he growled at his father, "You went through my phone?"

"For your safety."

"Safety?" Loki sneered. "You don't give a damn about my safety. What gives you the right?"

"I am your father," Odin boomed, raising from his chair and walking around his desk so he was closer to Loki. "That is my right."

Loki wanted to yell, to scream, to throw things. He wanted to hurt his father. He wanted so much for something bad to befall him, but Odin was always lucky. Loki knew no such thing would happen.

Argr. That was all Odin cared about. "I am not argr," Loki hissed.

"He's using you," Odin responded.

"Stark is not using me," Loki answered, feeling his fingernails bite into the flesh of his palms.

Odin tried to put a reassuring hand on Loki's shoulders, but the boy pulled away. "Then what has brought upon his sudden interest in you?"

"He likes me and wishes to be with me," Loki responded, looking Odin in the eye.

"You cannot honestly believe that," Odin huffed. "You will be just another notch on his bedpost, Loki. Someone that he can toy with until he gets bored."

"No!" Loki screamed. "No! Stop it, this instant!"

"Don't be a child," Odin shouted.

"You are an awful old man," Loki snarled. "And I hate you."

Loki practically ripped the door off the hinges as he threw it open, leaving his father alone once more.

Author's Note: I'm sorry. It's all angst and now I'm seriously depressed. But... on a funny note, I have a little anecdote.

SO, I'm turning 21 this year and everyone (my family) is kind of freaking out about it, way more than I am, may I point out, and all I wanna do is go watch The Hobbit because it comes out the 14 and my bday is the 13 and let me say, The Hobbit in Imax with nine minutes of Star Trek footage at midnight will be the best present for myself ever. And since I'll be at school for that, I told my sister that when I get back for break, we can go watch the hobbit together. And apparently, she told my mom that I wanted to go to the hobbit and my mom totally thought it was a club or a bar or something. And she got really really excited and happy that I was coming out of my shell. When she found out it was a movie, she was more than a little disappointed.

That's my story. I'm too sleepy to actively respond to reviews. Side note, now that I'm home, I can totally catch quantum leap on G4. Score!

But to Jeadore: I totally understood, no clarification needed. If you review again at anytime, feel free to do so in Spanish. Y muchas muchas gracias. Me da mucho gusto a saber que te gustabas mi historia. Y cual fanart fue? Yo quiero verlo. :D

Aardvark!