She'd known in her heart that he'd not meant those words he'd said, no not at all.. Not her sweet boy, he'd been in such pain, such anger.
He didn't mean it she told herself when she returned to her chambers that evening, as Loki's words echoed in her mind, there was so much already to worry about.
But, she knew that it would pass that when he calmed down and relaxed he'd again be himself, her son. That would never change.
Words couldn't take away a mothers love, couldn't change who her child was. Even if not by birth, blood or flesh. He was hers she'd raised him from such a small size, into the god he now was.
She knew that Loki had troubles, any child did. She didn't care. He'd come to his senses.
"He knows I am his mother, he didn't mean it" She told herself as she sat at the large mahogany desk in her room. Taking a piece of paper and a pen, she began to write.
Time passed as she wrote the letter to him, not knowing they'd be her last to him, that she'd never see her sons face again.
She closed the letter and set it inside a book, giving it to a guard to take to Loki. She prepared for bed and slept, her heart aching
The next day came a guard, with the book in hand... But with news as well, news that would weigh upon the kingdom.
He told Loki of the passing of the Queen, she was gone killed at the hands of Malekith. Asgard was no longer under attack, but it stood with no queen.
The guard gave his condolences and left, not before though giving Loki the book. Telling him it was from her..
In the book, hidden in it's old worn pages, was the letter. It was a book Frigga had favored, reading it to a young Loki many a time.
She hoped he'd know it when he got it, old 'Fairytales' told to young ones. The letter tucked into one she'd read him most every night when he slept.
The guard gone and book in his hands, the paper slipped out to fall at Loki's feet, folded in half.
The words on the front reading ' To My Son' Inside her words that would never be spoken again.... Words she'd never be able to speak.
" My dearest son, you once told me that I was not your family... That you were not my son, you were neither Jotun or of Aesir, remember this and hold it with you. No matter what may happen.
You are my greatest joy, my happiness. My pride and my heart, you could do nothing to make me see you as anything less than my son, less than perfect in your own rights..
I shall never stop loving you, not until my last breath.
May the halls of Valhalla one day greet me, still my heart shall hold you, I care not what you are from, you are not my flesh, not my blood..
Nor are you from my being, but what matters that if you are my child in heart, soul and love. You are my son, I forgive you, I always will... Love always, Your mother"