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Frigga, Queen of Asgard (bamfqueen) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Truly, Loki could have come wrapped in a sack and Frigga wouldn't have said a word. She herself had adjusted to the clothing of the mortal world, choosing mostly longer, flowing dresses that felt comfortable enough to remind her of her wardrobe from home without standing out too terribly much.

Though trousers were an adventure she didn't mind partaking in now and then!

She felt him coming before she heard him, but her smile softened just the same when he entered the room. "Never too late, my boy," she said quietly, closing the distance between them to hug him for a moment. It was better with him here. Angela was gone, but she'd never fully felt like hers, even though Frigga would absolutely love her as such. Loki being gone, however, had been almost more than she'd wanted to bear. This constant opening and closing of doors in this place was often far too painful.

Leaning back, she looked him in the eye, studying him carefully. Just as she had when he was a small boy. She knew he was different from the one she'd seen last. But it didn't matter in the end. She felt almost the same for Sylvie. Those little differences didn't make them any less her children. And she loved all three of her babies completely. "How are you? Getting all settled in, then?"