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Long before he was a monster to anyone - before he was anything but ‘son’ and ‘brother’ - he was Kenna’s ‘little mischief’.

They did not see each other often enough now.

It used to be that he raced through her kitchens or around her her legs every day, but those days of bright, youthful eyes and laughing, childhood mischief had long faded. He was often his most child-like around her, where his illusion magic was better tolerated, and met with only mild reprove when he swiped her pastries or appeared behind her.

But even such harmless pranks had ceased. He still used to find her, kiss her cheek, and greet her with a certain warmth to her name that bespoke the fondness he held for her. He had good memories of all the years she had helped Frigga care for him and Thor as if they were her own. He used to come late, just before she was to head home, and linger to talk with her and offer to accompany her back to her house and her blood offspring.

It had nearly become a habit for a considerable time. Every evening he would appear and ask if she wanted him to see her back. But this too had waned…

He had fallen, and returned in chains, then escaped and remained on Midgard. Eventually Odin had passed, and with it came Frigga’s decree of pardon. She would no longer have Loki being a fugitive.

Loki came and went now, often to fetch something from his chambers or spend several hours pouring over old knowledge he had hoarded in his rooms and long been denied by Odin’s hatred. But when he came, he could rarely go without seeing Kenna.

On this occasion he asked her to meet him in the orchard, and he stepped out from beneath the shadow of an apple tree when he saw her.

She wrapped her arms around him and he returned the embrace, lowering his head to her hair and whispering a soft, “I miss you, Kenna.”

He had grown considerably taller than her many centuries ago, but at equally the same time he had learned she would not be denied showing them affection, and in customary style he bowed and she stood on tip-toe and kissed his forehead.

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Yes. Kenna was a relatively significant maternal figure in his life since he was a child. She helped Frigga care for the two boys in a variety of different ways, and, understandably, became akin to a mother. After their childhood years, when she left the position as their nanny and became head of the servants, she remained an important part of Loki’s life.

Though she was less involved in their day-to-do goings, comings, and duties after they reached maturity, Loki would come to the kitchen where she (fond of baking as she was) could often be found to either speak with her or simply to relax. The pleasant aromas of bread, or her pastries, soothed him, much like the scent of Frigga’s perfume and Frigga’s voice.

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The young boy ducked his face into the soft folds of his nanny’s dress, embracing her and contentedly hiding his face, “I love you too.”

Loki glanced down the length of the hallway that led from his bedchamber into the other wings of the palace. A slightly unsteady breath left his lungs and shakily parted his lips, but he squared his shoulders and shook his dark head. “No, but thank you, Kenna. I shall be all right.”

He was no more aware of how painfully young he was then when faced with such tasks as addressing the council or court. Many forgot his tender age when faced with the quite maturity of the eighteen year old prince, whose green eyes and jet black hair contrasted him sharply to his golden-maned and blue-eyed brother.  But still, he was, and though he had his wits about him and his speech memorized from start to finish, he felt a trace nervous.

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Odin was dead. That meant Asgard was open to Loki again, and after Frigga and Thor’s official decree that he had been pardoned and his status of fugitive expunged, he could not be kept away. He had not seen his mother in what was very truly years, and there were others too he missed there, like Kenna.

He was not certain his childhood nanny could ever change. Her demeanor, unwavering opinions, and strawberry gold hair that showed strands of grey, seemed to him to have been the same for hundreds of years. She was ever at home in the kitchen, scolding youngsters, or offering her succinct ideas upon policies and politics.

Loki loved her, like a second mother. He stood now in the doorway to the palace scullery, as he had many times in his youth and young adulthood. The hours he had spent, even after he had grown, lingering off to the side of the door or sitting at one of the benches that lined the tables he could not say.

“Kenna.” He beckoned quietly, taking a tentative step inward. He knew she was a busy woman, but he could not be in this place after years without seeing her. “Your pastry thief has returned.”

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“Yes, please.” The young prince responded, his smile wide and hopeful. His mother and nanny sang the best lullabies. They were peaceful and beautiful. They invoked a sense of warmth and security within him; emotions that even the learned and well-spoken young royal could not adequately describe.

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“Hmm.” Loki blinked, the scent of paper and ink filling his nostrils as he roused from his sleep….atop several hours work of notes, books, and charts. In point of fact, it was not a comfortable place for rest, but it was clear he had not made a conscious choice.

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Loki grunted, and wiggled his arms, but escaping his nanny was going to be more difficult than simple struggling, if it was possible at all. He thought of all the spells his mother had taught him, but none of them would assist him in escaping. So he stopped moving and stared.

Loki’s green gaze focused on a book that lay on a near-by table. With all of his young might, he concentrated upon it, and shakily, it lifted from its place and floated to him. It dipped and nearly fell, but he slipped out a hand and caught it as it came near. Then, with innocent emerald eyes, he looked up at the warm face of his nanny.