A/N:
So this oneshot takes place during Thor: the Dark World, and I have written my own version of Loki telling the dark elves the way to go to the royal chambers(I don't know the exact name). I know the title may be disturbing, but it has impact and I think it delivers what Loki would have felt(at least, for me to interpret him).
Please enjoy this little work of writing, and thank you all for reading it.
Murdering Mother (a very short one shot)
'You may want to take the stairs on the left.'
The dark elf faced him for a moment. He-it was a he, Loki knew how to tell the elven genders-seemed to slightly wonder why he had told him, or whether he could believe him. Then, with a conclusion Loki would never know, the elf turned to take the left stairs. Soon he disappeared into the darkness.
Loki stood there, still inside his cell. He could hear the shouts and screams of elves and Asgardians, echoing in the giant castle. A small satisfaction formed on his lips. Odin would go under some...staggering problems...
A scream hollered again, this time a woman's, and he jerked up, suddenly horrified at a possibility which occurred to him. He focused all of his senses to his ears. The scream was not long, but it was enough for him to distinguish the owner of the voice. Not the one he knew of. Perhaps a maid.
Not the Allmother.
Although the relief swept through him like a giant wave, Loki felt his nerves tighten.
Queen Frigga was also upstairs. Of course she was. Why hadn't he thought about that?
She is a profound sorceress, he reminded himself. And a good warrior also.
He knew that she was more than capable of protecting herself. It was even her that had taught him magic.
But it were dark elves she was dealing with.
And she had another woman to protect other than herself.
And she was his mother.
He paced around the room, praying to himself nothing would happen. He repeatedly told himself that she would be okay.
Wanting nothing but to go check out.
Knowing that he would not get any news of it until everything ended.
Shuddering from the ominous thoughts that kept springing out.
Despite all of his playfulness, all his might to regard everything light, he couldn't help but wonder...
Could he ever forgive himself, if one of his most childish, trivial pranks, also turned out to be the most devilish?