A Gift with Love... and Agenda [tag: Thor] "A charming fellow..."
Frigg's mind was absolutely boggled. There were words that never were used to describe her half-brother; words that no one familiar with the definition of it and with having met Thor, would pair together. Charming was the first in a long list. Dashing, cunning, sly, regal, lovely.... Not a single one should ever, or had ever, been used to describe the Thunderer in any form other than jest. Thor was likable, but the preceding descriptors made Frigg think fairy tales and the whole 'knight in shining armor' thing.
As it was, with Thor, it was far more like a Viking in a shining chariot pulled by his noble... ruminants. There was nothing 'charming' or 'dashing' about a chariot pulled by goats; no matter the man guiding them. There also was nothing all that... alluring in the classical sense, of a brute of a man who always ate far more than his share, drank more than a fish and belched with a ferocity enough to shake the heavens. The latter being one of her first memories of Thor.
She had been but a teenager when Odin came to her mother; not yet woman enough to seek her own husband, but not child enough for Odin to adopt her as his own. Which, considering who won out in the marital area; Frigg outshined her mother, Jord, quickly. The Lady of Asgar's only negative memory of baby Thor releasing their mother's breast to rattle the walls of their hall with his belch was that the vile Trickster had already woven his way into Odin's life.
Disgusting it was to her that Loki was around before, and often more important to Odin, than she.
It wasn't to Bilskirnir Frigg went. Sif had asked that the Queen not mention her arrival, as peculiar as that was, so it would be to Valhalla she would call him. Ironic that both the last time she had seen her brother and the first time upon his return took place in Odin's hall of fallen heroes. "Brother," she called sweetly with a large bundle in her delicate arms. "Do not keep me waiting or my maidens and I shall think you do not want our gift."
As long as the years had gone, not a single one had passed where the sons of Odin did not receive a Fensalir-made sweater. Usually something gifted over the solstice, Thor had simply not been around. It never mattered to Frigg what any thought of her and her maidens crafts, just that she knew they were made and given with nothing but love for the receiver. Well, almost nothing but love. If Frigg was delivering gifts off season, alone and away from personal halls... it could be assumed she was out for information. It was her way.