|Thor Odinson (tordenguden) wrote in avengers_logs,|
@ 2018-08-14 14:33:00
|Entry tags:||-complete, frigga, thor odinson|
Who: Frigga and Thor
What: Mama and son time
When: Monday night, after his talk with Loki
Now that Loki was on board with Val moving in, Thor needed to talk to his mother. He'd felt shamed when she'd reminded him they lived in the same home and he couldn't make decisions without her.
Even if he was a king, she was still the queen mother. That was a position to respect.
Heading to her quarters, he peeked into the open room. It looked empty, but he knew she'd come back later. Walking in, he trailed a finger on her wardrobe, and looked around. Even growing up, his mother's rooms were never off-limit. He had fond memories of sitting on the bed, watching her get ready for a gala or for a treaty meeting. If he was honest, he'd always been a bit of a momma's boy, but he couldn't help it: how could you not love Frigga?
Laying down on her bed, he cuddled up to her pillow, thinking of everything Loki had thrown at him. Stormbreaker. Idunn's apple. Fates. It was exhausting. So exhausting that he didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep on his mother's bed.
Frigga came home after shopping for some fresh groceries to find Thor asleep in her bed. The mother's heart in her melted to see him like this. When he had been a boy this had happened more and more often, and that was what she saw when she looked at him now. Smiling, she made her way to the bed and sat down next to Thor. Her fingers pushed through his short hair. She tsked in disapproval, but continued to stroke his hair until he awakened.
He was having the most wonderful dream. If asked later what exactly it was about, he would not have been able to recollect. It was more the feelings, the feelings of comfort, safety, love...
And then he opened his eyes and saw his mother, and knew exactly why he felt that way. "I give up," he said, knowing that if there was on person in the entire universe he could be completely open with, it was with her. "I can't do this anymore."
Frigga had that gentle, loving smile on her face for when Thor opened his eyes. Even when he awoke she did not stop stroking his hand. A mother's prerogative, thank you.
"Do what, my son?" Her voice was just as gentle. It held the same soft edge to it that she had used whenever he or Loki had bad dreams.
Thor couldn't even put it words. He just snuggled closer to the pillow and tried to make sense of all the thoughts. "This. Being the king. Worrying about the end of the world. Universe, really. Loki." and of course, left unspoken was Jane. It was starting to get overwhelming.
He cleared his throat. "Valkyrie has arrived. She took care of our people. I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to invite her to stay."
Frigga sighed in understanding, and her smile lifted. "If I had a gold piece for every time I heard your father say the same thing, I wouldn't need your brother's trickery to buy my gowns." Of course she knew. She didn't know the details, and truly didn't want to, but she knew her sons all too well.
"It isn't easy bearing the crown. If it was, anyone would be king." Her hand smoothed over his cheek to cup his chin. "You do fine. You were raised for this. And of course she may stay."
Thor looked into his mother's eyes and wanted to believe her. "Isn't it a mother's duty to say platitudes?" Actually, even if it was, it helped. A little.
"I don't remember Father ever being conflicted. He always had a course of action, he never allowed himself any distractions. The crown came first and I'm afraid that some days, it's the last thing on my mind."
"When have I ever given you anything but honesty?" Frigga grimaced good naturedly as she tugged on a short strand of Thor's hair.
"Of course you don't. Your father wouldn't have wanted to frighten you or the court of Asgard." Frigga shifted onto the bed more so she could put an arm around Thor's back. "Thor, my son, the Midgardians have a saying. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. They are very wise. But I have all faith in you, my son." She smiled at him as she rumpled his hair. "If you were not worried about your capabilities then I would be concerned."
He made a face. He wanted to continue being angry, and upset, and depressed and all the things that had consumed him over the last few weeks, maybe even argue with his mother, but he couldn't. He'd never had that kind of relationship with her.
Now if this was Odin, oh there would be yelling, things breaking, and possibly another banishment. His mother would never banish him.
"I hate my hair," he grumbled slightly good-naturedly. "I look different now. I may not be so vain as before, but I'm still a little bit."
Frigga knew her sons well. She knew Thor was fighting against petulance. It made a fond smile form on her face since this reminded her all too much of when Thor was much younger. The best she could do was shimmy onto the bed entirely and pull her son into her arms.
"I like it," she said as she smoothed her hand over his head. "But if you don't then be assured that it will grow back."
It didn't matter that he'd physically outgrown his mother centuries ago. It was easy enough to cuddle close and let her take care of him. "Yes...it will." He closed his eye again, and felt his entire body relax.
"Midgard suits you," he said finally. "You seem as if you have been enjoying yourself."
Like any mother would, Frigga was so very happy that her sons allowed her to do this with them. This meant she would make the most of however long Thor tolerated this by stroking and brushing her cheek against his hair.
"I like it here," she admitted.
"What do you like the most?," he asked, not in any rush for this coddling to end.
Thor, honestly, outweighed her by quite a bit, but Frigga wasn't about to move or move him. These moments were few anymore and no doubt would get even fewer. She would take them any chance she got.
"I like the food," she said as she rested her cheek against his hair. "The clothing. I like how the Midgardians seem unconsciously aware of their short lifespan and fill their moments." She turned her head enough to kiss that short hair. "And I like being with my sons."
Thor liked that she was there too. If he had it his way, he'd never leave her side again, but he was no longer a small child.
With a heavy sigh, he leaned up and gave her a kiss on the brow. "I love you, Mother. I thank the Norns every day that I have more time to spend with you. In that way, I will adopt the midgardian's way of savouring every moment."
Ah. Apparently snuggle mother time was over. Frigga sighed internally. Such moments were few and far between, but she cherished everyone of them. "Good," she said as she smiled at Thor. "I miss your smile."
He gave her a curious look. "I smile often," he protested. And it was true, he was a friendly person by nature, always with a quick smile...but somehow, he knew what his mother was getting at
A real smile, one from the heart.
"But I promise to put more meaning into it."
Frigga smiled in approval. Loki called Thor an uncouth oaf. Frigga knew better. Behind that dazzling smile and baby blue eyes hid an unexpected cunning.
"Good," she said then let out an exaggerated sigh as she wormed down against the bed. "Then since I am here, I think I shall indulge myself in another Midgardian tradition. A nap." She put on her best, adorable pleading expression. "A loving son would bring his worn out mother some tea and a plate of nibbles.
Thor gave a laugh and pressed his lips on his mother's cheek, letting his head linger on her face for a moment. He felt much calmer, not as stressed. He should have heeded Loki's advice earlier and sought out his mother. It could have helped quell the turmoil sooner.
Reluctantly getting up, he gave her a little practiced bow. "It is as you command, Mother.". He may be no cook, but tea and snacks was something he could manage.