Re: Late afternoon - Little Asgard - Meeting with Frigga
Loki remained rigid. "I would not have wanted you to see it," he said and turned towards the seating area. He piinted toward it, offering a seat. A hand strayed to his neck and touched it lightly at the memory. The pain sometimes came back. Especially in the mornings. He hated waking up dead. He wished it would just go away, become nothing more than a faint memory.