She wanted to take him in her arms, to cradle him and let him cry, comfort him as she had when he had been naught but a small and confused and lonely boy.
She wanted to whisper to him over and over again, I am sorry. I am sorry.
Sorry that it had to be like this. Sorry that they couldn't have had honesty from the beginning. Sorry that she had to be the one to tell him; that she wasn't brave enough to do it sooner, without an excuse. Sorry for -- for everything. For things that were beyond her control.
And for things that were not.
She reached for his arms, fingers gripping him reassuringly. Trying to give him something to hold onto, if nothing else. Trying to keep him here, with her.
"The All-Father didn't want you to know. He did not want us to tell you. He thought it would be harder for you, growing up; that it would make things worse. I didn't agree, but...he only wanted to protect you, Loki. Please. You must understand."
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She wanted to whisper to him over and over again, I am sorry. I am sorry.
Sorry that it had to be like this. Sorry that they couldn't have had honesty from the beginning. Sorry that she had to be the one to tell him; that she wasn't brave enough to do it sooner, without an excuse. Sorry for -- for everything. For things that were beyond her control.
And for things that were not.
She reached for his arms, fingers gripping him reassuringly. Trying to give him something to hold onto, if nothing else. Trying to keep him here, with her.
"The All-Father didn't want you to know. He did not want us to tell you. He thought it would be harder for you, growing up; that it would make things worse. I didn't agree, but...he only wanted to protect you, Loki. Please. You must understand."