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Frigga, Queen of Asgard (bamfqueen) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-12-06 00:52:00

Entry tags:

frigga, loki

Who: Queen Frigga and OPEN
What: Look what the storm blew in? SHE DIDN'T DO IT!
When: Evening of the fifth
Where: Middle of the city in the middle of the destruction. She's used to it.
Warnings: TBD but doubtful any

Midgard. Her senses made it clear that the place she'd found herself in was Midgard. But how? And why? The last thing she'd remembered was the searing pain of the blade through her. If there was an afterlife, she was relatively certain it wasn't held on a planet in a realm so far from her own. So entirely distant.

The machinery was familiar from her meditations, watching Thor and Loki both on their visits to Earth. That didn't make it any more comforting. She still wasn't entirely sure what it all was or how it worked. Everything was so loud and ugly and dirty and already she missed the tranquil beauty of her home and the comforts of her palace.

Still. Frigga hadn't ruled as queen for years without some understanding of how to adjust to a difficult situation. Her only regret was the lack of a weapon. That would help her comfort levels considerably. She looked around, trying to judge the people around her. Tucking herself into a dark corner, the lady of Asgard sent a projection of herself out into the world to listen and learn and observe. If anyone were to hurt her or make an attack on her life, it wouldn't be her they'd be hurting. She'd already suffered one death and though she wasn't certain one could be killed a second time, Frigga wasn't going to take her chances.

There seemed to be ruins. But this wasn't the city of New York. She listened through her projection. A storm. A large storm had blown through the city. She should help. If only she were more sure of herself, she would. Maybe then, she could. But confusion fought with compassion and she wasn't even sure where she stood. Quite literally.

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bamfqueen
2013-12-16 08:28 pm UTC (link)

It seemed a strange question to be asked, but Frigga took it as if it were ordinary. Their world was peculiar enough, and this one they'd found themselves in clearly wasn't what anyone could consider 'normal'. Loki hadn't been there when Malekith had invaded the palace. He hadn't seen her shielding Jane Foster. Maybe he hadn't even been told yet. But what a terrible way to learn of her fate.

And yet, what was he doing here, if this was some form of afterlife? He had tricked them with his death once. Was he tricking her with his life, now? Or was this her reward, her ending. Being given the child she feared hated her so. But why in this form? If she were to be given Loki as a sign of things she'd done right, why wouldn't it be the child, the baby she'd raised as her own son?

She was confused. Unsettled and upset and the Queen of Asgard did not like it. She was never without her footing and did not appreciate being as such now.

Warily, she eyed him. "Why do you ask such things?" she questioned, a hint of fear in her voice. Not so much that the average subject would catch it. Even Odin would think perhaps he'd imagined it. But her boys knew her better than any, and Loki likely would catch it where none would.

He wanted an answer, he would get one. And she would be entirely honest. Even if it nearly broke her inside to say it. Lifting her chin regally, Frigga straightened her shoulders, meeting her son's eyes. Or the image of her son. She'd been so certain, had felt him coming back to himself, but what if it was simply an excellent copy? What if a blade through her had impaired her judgment greatly? "The palace was attacked," she answered smoothly, all fear now doused in the tone that said, simply, that she was royal and dignified and would stand for nothing less than perfection. "I gave my life fighting to defend it and those in my care."

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