Frigga, Queen of Asgard (bamfqueen) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-01-28 14:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, active: frigga, active: tony stark |
Who: Frigga & OTA!
What: Arriving, meeting new people, exploring Midgard, whatever
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: On the street. Probably relatively close to the Villa.
Warnings: Mild Endgame spoilers, what are you waiting for, go watch it
Sometimes having the Sight was a curse as much as it was a gift. Things she could see but couldn't prevent. Instances she could feel coming but couldn't wrap her fingers around to stop. Loki's betrayal, the arrival of the Aether on Asgard, and now this. Her own death. While she knew it was coming, had seen it in Thor's eyes, she thought she might be a bit more ready.
She thought certain she would be sent to Valhalla. It had been a Warrior's death, after all. Defending her son's girl, and in turn, the world around her. But none of the tales of Valhalla had prepared her for this. This was much closer to Midgard, though far busier than the cities she had visited. Reaching out, she felt at least one familiar presence - more, if she thought on it, but nothing felt concrete. There was just too much going on around her.
The letter came to her in a bit of a rush. The wind picked it up and fluttered it around for a moment before she snatched it angrily from the air. And when she read it, she had to laugh out loud. "A 'jubilant' entity, then? That seems highly unlikely."