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When the horns of victory sounded in Asgard, Frigga ran from the nursery to greet the soldiers returning from Jotunheim. At least, that was how she had reasoned it with herself. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she had no idea what condition Odin was returning in, or if he was returning at all.
The new scars hardly bothered her, but his eye, that hurt her heart. Not that he'd lost it, he was a warrior, and Frigga was more than accepting that every time he went off to war, less of him would return. No, the idea that he'd been thatclose to death had her waking in the early hours of morning for years to come.
The largest shock of all though, had come in the form of the infant her husband carried in his arms. The baby boy was tiny, with a full head of black hair, and green eyes that already seemed to stare at her inquisitively. The mother in her took the child from her husband immediately; wrapping him more securely in the cloth he was in. She hurried back to the nursery, and washed the blood off of him, she had to know if he was injured in any way. But the fresh, pink skin was unbroken, and she ended up spending more than a little time blowing on his tummy and making him giggle by playing with his fingers and toes (so tiny, so perfect). By the time Odin had managed to escape from the healers and find his wife, Frigga was so entranced with the baby that he hardly had the courage to break her heart.
"He's a frost giant." Odin murmured softly, watching Frigga's face for any sort of revulsion. She hardly glanced away from the child, wrapped in forest green in her arms. "Laufey's son."
"I don't care. He's mine. You can't take him away from me now." She whispered, smiling down at her bundle, and rocking it gently. Odin smiled slightly; Frigga had always wanted a large family. But their people were hardly the most prolific: it had been a struggle for them just to have Thor, and he had hoped beyond hope that she would accept this child as a second son to them.
"What shall you name him?'
Frigga looked down on the sleeping babe, and cooed softly. "Loki, for he is already close to my heart."
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So here's a bit of Loki's past. I plan on doing this every couple of chapters, let me know what you think!