what am i doing?? /sobs but still... open to any game suggestions!

[modir]

Yes. Perhaps a bit more thought could have been put into this Mundane. But what's done is done, and there is no turning back.

The fact that you wish to send me to a home with both of my sons is admirable. [Her stern look melts into a soft, sad smile.] No matter what they lead themselves to believe, they will always need me for something.

...Yes, even Loki. [Her eyes flash.]

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[sorcerous]

I need nothing from you.

[modir]

A mother will always like to believe they are needed, Loki. Even when their children stray.

[sorcerous]

I am not your child.

[ Soft, and bitter, and despairing. He feels blank, and empty, without the flesh-and-blood connection every child should have for a mother. ]

[modir]

You are my son, Loki. [It is said quietly, but with strength.] As you are Thor's brother. Not by birth, but by family.

[sorcerous]

Even if I was, I can be no longer. None can ever tally the blood on my hands -- the destruction is too total. Why would you claim me as yours when I have acted with such treachery? For I have proven that the blood of Frost Giants does not lie dormant in my veins.

[modir]

[She moves towards him, holding out her arms, as if to hold him. It was something she had always done for him when he was small, and experiencing a fit.]

No matter what you do, I will always see you as my Little Loki.

[sorcerous]

[ He flinches back, and there is a tension in him, a wariness. Loki has sometimes gone half-wild, but he has never looked like this, like a cornered animal. ] Though I am none so small? Though I will not be content to take my place at Thor's side, at Thor's back, before Thor's throne?

I had my chance, and I failed. If you leave me nothing else, leave me to face my failure alone.

[modir]

[Her eyes tighten, and her arms drop.]

If that is what you insist, my son. [Her voice comes out in a tight whisper.]

[sorcerous]

You love still because you will not accept you loved a monster.

[modir]

I would have hoped you knew me well enough to know that would not be the case, Loki.

I raised you, I loved you.

[sorcerous]

And you are so willing to forgive.

[ He does not understand. Sif was willing, too, and Thor, and his frustration is that he cannot accept it himself. Accepting forgiveness means returning to how it was before, and he wants nothing close to it. He is not good, he is not just, until they accept that there is no path for him to tread to convince them that he isn't evil either. He is as he has always been: a creature in the middle.

He wants to tell her: look what I have found, look what I know, because that witch in the forest showed him what he hadn't learned in a millenia of life: that destiny can be defied. ]

[resolvere]

[Oh hi! Have a goddess in the guise of a wolf who has made friends with one of your sons!

She sniffs the air in between them before approaching, head turned upwards as her curled tail wags back and forth. The sun god mother can sense that she, too, is a mother. Won't you scratch those swiveling ears, that chin that's parted to reveal a black lipped smile? Sweet, isn't she?]

[modir]

[A new smile comes to her lips. That gentle, Queenly look, accompanied by a look of tenderness with old memories.] You are lovely, aren't you? [A gentle pat to the head for you!]

[resolvere]

[She leans into that hand before sitting down, dragging herself forward a bit with her front legs so that it's obvious she has no intentions of going anywhere else. Jaws part as she pants happily, a low sound of pleasure echoing from her lupine throat at the pat.

I have met your son, the god of mischief.

That's right, Frigga; there's another mother's voice speaking to you now.]

[modir]

Loki. [The name slips quietly past her lips, and her usually proud head lowers somewhat. She's not at all startled by the speaking, instead taking comfort in knowing that she is with another mother.]

How is he?

[resolvere]

[There's no shame in lowering one's head from time to time, sweet Frigga. There have been many low points in the existence of Amaterasu as well, and is she not about to judge her or hold it over her head for later.

He is young, comes the voice again. To the mother of all like Amatersu, all are young—those from the Moon Tribe, the others on the Celestial Plain, the brush gods...all are still so young. And uncertain, but proud and with strength. Very kind to me, even when he believes I am lecturing him.

How could she help it? She is everyone's mother, after all. She looks down, and a moment later a circle of flowers appears out of nowhere around the two mothers. He also enjoys my flowers.]

[modir]

[With her free hand, Frigga reaches out to touch the soft flowers, before turning a grateful smile to the wolf.]

I thank you for watching over him.

[resolvere]

[Though Frigga may be the mother of Loki by the workings of her and the great Odin, though Amaterasu is not of their pantheon and world, she is still mother to all. The origin of goodness and joy, she couldn't just let him slip through the cracks. Though she was not the creator of his world, she was the creator of her world and within it, and she could not detach that with those from any other. It was not in her nature as mother, sun, and creator.

It is not an issue, comes the motherly voice again, her tail now swish-swish-swishing back and forth, knocking flowers slightly and making a sound as it does so against the floor. The young gods make good company. I am Amaterasu, Mother of Loki. It is a pleasure to meet you finally.]

[modir]

[That alone draws a line between her brows, her mouth parting slightly to contradict that claim. No matter what, she was Loki's mother. Perhaps not by blood, nor by race, but he was still her Little Loki.]

[But then, she dips her head. There are, after all, manners and customs to go by.] I am Frigga, wife of the Allfather, and Queen of Asgard. Mother to Thor... and Loki.

[resolvere]

[Frigga dips her head, but Amaterasu does not, simply because it doesn't make sense in her current form. She'd just look down at her shoes and that would be ridiculous.

You are ashamed?

That is all she can think of to answer for that hesitation. There's no judgment her tone, however. She's one that can be easily talked to.]



[ooc. there's a capcom vs. marvel game with amaterasu and thor in it, i can't believe i just remembered. they have a sort of respectful rivalry going on because of their status as gods. i wish i'd played it now so she could :| about it!]

[modir]

I could never be ashamed of my children. [And her chin lifts, her eyes hard, her gaze proud.] Even after everything... Loki will always be my son.

[ooc: ahaha, awesome!]

[resolvere]

[If a wolf had an eyebrow, the god's left one would have just lifted. But they do not, so the area that it would be in is simply moved. They are not so different, after all.

Everything?]

[modir]

His attempts to destroy Thor, to cause so much damage. [Suddenly, she sounds very tired.]

[resolvere]

[Hey, hey, weary mother. Why don't you have a seat under that tree that just appeared out of nowhere? Because she's walking over there to lay across its gnarled roots just after you finish speaking.

Come have therapy with a wolf.

He did mention he was born and remained the god of mischief.]

[modir]

Even when he was very young, his tricks were unparalleled. [She seats herself at the base of the tree, amongst the roots, her simple-yet-grand gown flowing out around her.]

[resolvere]

[The sun god's head tilts to sniff that elegant gown for a second before she puts one paw over the other and laws her jaw to rest between. Her eyes move around, the lupine eyebrow equivalents twitching as she does so.

A handful from an early age?]

[modir]

He was an absolute treasure to me. [She sighs. Of course, she loves Thor just as much, but even as an infant, he had never truly needed her. But Loki... Loki had always been different.]

[resolvere]

[She doesn't have worry about coming across as though she has favoritism towards one or the other. Those eyelids twitch before she heaves a heavy breath and shuts her eyes while her rear end raises. Someone needs to stretch.

"Was"? You no longer speak?]

[modir]

We cannot.

[resolvere]

[Now that doesn't make sense. She lifts her head to look over, tongue darting out to wet her whiskers and furry lips.

You can both communicate with your voice, and hear with her ears. What is there to stop you, then?]

[modir]

He fell to Earth. If he is not dead, then he is forbidden to return to Asgard.

[odinsons]

[ just gonna leave that loki bit alone... but...!! ]

Why would a son never need his mother?

[modir]

Some children believe they have never needed their mother. [Her lips thin, and she gives a slight shake of her head.] I can only hope that is not your case, my darling.

[odinsons]

[ he doesn't say anything for a few moments. what can possibly be said about this? thor doesn't know. hell, he still doesn't know how to handle it. so he can't imagine how their mother is. ] Perish the thought. [ and he smiles, bright and happy ] You have always known what is best and given guidance whether I wanted it or not.

[modir]

A good future king will always require his mother's guidance. [She beams fondly at him.]

[odinsons]

Without a doubt. [ there's a short pause and he sort of shrugs one should nonchalantly ] Future king or not, every man needs that.

[caffeinated_godling]

Why wouldn't Loki need you Mother? We'll always need you.

[ The little godling smiles, the Lady could have tagged you with the adult but the little one was just to loud when he saw you. ]

[modir]

[There's the barest of pauses, before a large smile breaks over her face.]

Pay what I have said no mind, my darling.

It is good to see you.

[caffeinated_godling]

[ He moves a little closer ]

It is good to see you too. You and farther are not in this land of games very often.

[modir]

Perhaps it is because we know that it your time to begin growing on your own.

[caffeinated_godling]

[ He blinks at her. ]

It is very hard sometimes, and sometime the lady finds it amusing to play this younger version against my friends from The Avengers... as some sort of magical joke Loki as played... But it always pleases her to see my family members.