Loki approached the candlelit altar slowly as he held a handful of runestones and a bundle of flowers from the garden he cherished so much. A painting loomed over the altar. It was a painting of his mother, holding her hands and looking ahead with a soft smile on her face. He slowly knelt before it and set the flowers aside, placing the runestones next to each other on the open space of the altar.
The first rune was Tyr, meant for victory in battle, the guiding planet, and the warrior. After all, Frigga happened to guide him throughout most of his life and he always had felt thankful for the things she had taught him. She had died a warrior, but Loki always felt guilty. Guilty for letting that monster ever getting to her.
The second was Naudr, where it meant patience and acceptance, but it also meant death and need. Naudr meant a lot to Loki, knowing that he needed Frigga in her time of death and even before that. A bitter taste rose in his mouth as he remembered his childhood memories. Frigga’s patient demeanor when it came to teaching him magic or when his pranks had gone too far, her acceptance when Loki shakily told her of his attraction to women and men when he was into his late teens.
The third was Gyfu, meant for love, kindness, and aid. He always remembered her kindness and it always resonated within him. Of course it will, Frigga was someone he loved after all. But, Loki soon reversed the rune as soon as he placed it. With it being reversed, the rune meant separation. With her death, he had been separated from his mother, and that was something Loki always remembered.
The last was Ethel, meaning motherhood and home. It explained itself, Frigga was Loki’s home. After everything she had done for him, Frigga was always his home and his mother.
Loki then took the flowers and placed them in the adorned vases that stood on the edges of the altar. He grit his teeth as he felt a tear run down his cheek. He shakily took a breath before breathing out and was ready to say what he wanted to say.
“Happy mother’s day,“ Loki said, his voice cracking as he said it, tears now flowing steadily. “I miss you and…I’m sorry.”