Okay, this was a totally spur-of-the-moment idea that I came up with today, and I just had to write it ^.^

As reference, Loki is the human equivalent of a two-year old, and Thor would be the equivalent of a four-year old.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters...

Frigga strolled through the palace gardens, her youngest son hanging on to the skirt of her golden gown, gazing at everything inquisitively with his huge green eyes.

Her older son had insisted on watching the older boys in the training area, so it was just her and her youngest out enjoying the spring morning.

The dark-haired boy watched, fascinated, as an orange and black butterfly flitted past his face, and he let go of his mother's skirts to stay and watch it as it landed on a cluster of pink asters.

It fluttered its wings a few times before lilting away on a soft breath of wind.

As the butterfly disappeared from the toddler's sight, he glanced around for his mother. However something off the path caught his eye, and he walked in among the bushes, the various flowers he brushed past rustling silently in his wake.

He came up to the small plant with tiny blue blossoms that had yellow centers, which was almost hidden by the large flowering plants that surrounded it.

With surprisingly gentle fingers for a child his age, the boy picked a bouquet, and holding the stems in a small fist, he toddled off to find his mother.

When he came back out onto the trail and saw her up ahead, he ran to catch up, tripping and falling in the process.

Suddenly his mother was there beside him. She stood him up and brushed the dirt from his green clothes, smiling reassuringly, though he showed no signs of bursting into tears.

"Forget-me-not," he said, holding out the bouquet of blue flowers and looking up at her with a hopeful smile on his face.

"Why thank you," Frigga said, delighted, as she took the blossoms and picked him up, carrying him on her hip.

"Forget-me-not," he repeated, looking at her imploringly.

"Yes, they are forget-me-nots," Frigga laughed.

The child's brow creased slightly. "Forget-me-not," he said again. He threw his arms around his mother's neck, letting his head rest against her shoulder, murmuring "Forget-me-not. Forget-me-not."

Frigga ruffled her son's dark hair, leaning in and kissing his head fondly.

"Oh Loki."

I hope you enjoyed it! ^.^

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