Prompt from 0snowdrop4: Hi! Do you think you can do something for the one shots where it's Loki's POV? Both are from MTB, one of Loki and Frigga's conversation when y/n left to see her parents and the other from Christmas Eve? Thanks! :) 

A/N: I've been finding it a bit difficult to write for the last few days, but this one just happened (the best feeling ever!). The xmas eve one is coming up next, thank you so much for requesting these<3

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Loki feels the most at peace he has in a very long time, walking through the palace gardens with Frigga.

He's worrying about you, but compared to the concerns he's used to facing, it's a small one. And he knows full well that you can look after yourself.

Frigga hasn't spoken yet, but Loki knows it's only a matter of time.

"You used to hide in these gardens for hours when you were younger. Do you remember?"

Loki smiles.

"Of course. You would always find me."

Frigga chuckles.

"You used to cast illusions in the hope that you might be able to hide for a while longer. And if you weren't here then you were up in the library."

Loki looks up in the direction of the library, half a smile on his face. He misses it, and the balcony that no one knows about. He's going to show you it, later.

Frigga is watching him, and he turns his attention back to her.

"Do you want to talk about her?" she asks.

Her. Loki doesn't need to ask who she is referring to. He opens his mouth, but finds himself at a loss for words, so closes it again. Frigga smiles and looks forward, continuing to walk slowly through the garden.

He wonders if he should be angry at her for erasing your memories, and finds that he simply can't find the strength to be irritated with her. He knows that it was probably Odin's doing, anyway.

"Don't worry about your father."

"He's not my father."

He knows it pains her to hear it, but he simply won't hear the words 'your father' associated with Odin.

"Then am I not your mother?" Frigga asks, stopping in her tracks and turning to him. Loki sighs. She's hurt.

"You are. I'm sorry." he says. He means it. Frigga smiles, touching his arm gently before continuing to walk forward. Loki is proud to have made her smile, even if it was a sad one.

"Come then. Tell me about her." she says, firmly this time.

So Loki does. He tries desperately to sound as though he's not gushing, but he can hear himself talk and is fully aware that he is, undoubtedly, gushing.

Frigga listens as he talks, smiling and reacting appropriately as he tells her stories about you and him.

Training. You breaking your legs. Holding up the building. The party with the horrible, rich Italian man. He receives a short lecture about allowing himself to become so grievously injured, but then Frigga wants to hear more stories.

They've lapped the gardens twice and sat down on a bench together before Loki stops talking, and awaits Frigga's judgement. He has a feeling that he knows exactly what it's going to be.

"You are in love with her."

She says it not with the look of smug triumph that Thor's face had donned when he'd accused Loki of it, but with only pure happiness on her features.

Loki swallows nervously. The thought still terrifies him. He can't respond.

"Do not be afraid of love, Loki. There are things that you should be scared of in life, but love is not one of them."

He turns to look at her. Usually he guards his facial expressions well; it's a relief not to have to with Frigga.

"I don't- I don't know how to..." he can't seem to articulate his thoughts; it's highly frustrating. Frigga seems to understand easily enough.

"Do you believe that she reciprocates your feelings?"

Feelings. He's not allowed himself to believe he possesses the ability to feel for the longest time.

"I don't know." he replies. Frigga smiles gently.

"I do. Five minutes watching the two of you together in the throne room was all anyone needed to see it. And you didn't even speak with her." she tells him. Something happens in Loki's chest. He can't tell whether he likes the sensation or not.

"Really?" he asks, trying not to sound hopeful. It's futile.

"Yes." Frigga nods. There is a wide smile on her face.

Loki looks away. Can he allow himself to even entertain the possibility that you feel the same way that he does? Surely not.

"You must tell her. Tonight."

Loki looks up sharply.

"No- not tonight..."

"Why not?"

He doesn't have a good enough reason. Every response that he thinks of has a perfectly good counter argument. Most of which start with 'what if'.

"Loki." Frigga says in fond exasperation.

"If you don't tell her tonight she's bound to be swept up by some other suitor."

The thought makes Loki feel vaguely ill. And he doesn't ever feel ill.

"Alright." he hears himself say quietly.

"Hm?" Frigga says, feigning deafness and leaning towards him slightly.

"Alright." he says, louder, a smile working it's way on to his face.

Frigga smiles widely, placing a hand on Loki's arm.

"Allow yourself to be happy, my son." she says earnestly.

Loki nods, smiling back at her. Maybe she's right.