Frigg: Queen of the Aesir (asynia_frigg) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-12-05 07:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~frigg, ~idun |
Small Comforts [Idun]
Frigg sighed as she stood outside Bragi and Idun's Hall. Though, right now it might have been called Idun's Hall. Bragi was still missing. There had been no consequential developments in locating him. But a moment later she was shaking her head. No, she shouldn't think like that. Even thinking that the Hall was only Idun's now was suggesting that Bragi would never be found and there was no way his father or brothers were going to stop looking until he was found. The rest of them shouldn't give up either. They owed Bragi that honor.
What had her sighing was not her calling on Idun to check on her. Frigg adored Idun, she would be here even if Bragi wasn't missing. But the Foremost among the Asynia knew that stepping inside the Hall would mean seeing all of Bragi's things, seeing the pained look on Idun's face, and knowing there was nothing she could really to about it. What could she do? Odin had looked everywhere Frigg knew to look with his far more efficient methods. Short of following up with Hera, there wasn't much.
If there was a boon, it was the knowledge that their dear, sweet Bragi was not dead. He was captive somewhere, likely hurt and all Frigg could hope is that whoever the individual was that had him was making sure he was being cared for. Why anyone would want to harm Bragi or his wife by taking him was beyond her ken.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed the door open and stepped into the hall. There was a bag slung over her arm that had some leftover roast boar and fixings in it from the night before. She may not be good at finding people, but she was good at feeding and comforting. A full stomach calmed the soul and while she understood the desire to not eat when things went wrong -she herself hadn't eaten anything for a good long time after Baldr had died and had holed herself up in one of the halls she resided in while soaking handkerchiefs with tears, it was something she later took comfort in.
It had been a very dark time in her life. And while both she and Odin had, to as much of an extent as anyone could, moved past the deaths of their sons her husband still did not eat. As least as far as she knew. He may eat Idun's apples, or he may drink their juice. Frigg wasn't aware enough of his methods and it was her business to know. But their self starvation had been out of grief and while she couldn't be certain, there was a chance Idun was doing the same. And the poor dear had no one to share her grief with. No one to lean on to help keep her on her feet when the worst seemed yet to come.
Perhaps their Apple Maiden would have leaned on Loki, their friendship never made sense to Frigg at all, but he wasn't allowed in Asgard regardless of any attempts he made to assist in finding Bragi. Which was something she was trusting Odin on, that Loki would actually want to help. Other than that one incident, she seems to always be free of his sharp-tongue and trickery. Well, and Aegir's feast, but upon reflection it seemed that he had gone completely mad. Why, Frigg didn't know or understand.
“Hello?” She called out into the foyer. Were Bragi home he would have greeted her at the door by now, offering some eloquent compliment in order to make her smile. Which reminded Frigg of the last time she saw Bragi -the meeting about Loki. Her heart ached. Bragi may not have been her brother or son, but he was family. As was his wife. “Idun?”