He's been near the surface of her thoughts almost constantly since he'd fallen. For a moment, she's certain her wish to see him again has caused her to begin seeing things that aren't there. Her fingers brush over the words before she takes the book back to a private chamber.
Only when she's alone and her reactions can be her own does she turn the page as bidden.]
[Frigga's fingers skim over each of the words, as if they will somehow bring her closer to her missing son. Is this a piece of magic he'd left behind him? Is this something new?
Is her son still alive?
She smooths her hand over the words once more before turning the page.]
Of all that I would miss, Do know, I would miss you most. Your kind smile; knowing eyes A beauty and strength unparalleled You deserved a better son I had always been trouble
[ The writing, is... getting a little less neat. PLEASE TURN PAGE ]
[ when she turns the page, the writing is back to its cleanliness. Although it takes a moment or two to show up. ]
Please be strong for Asgard, I know that he grows weak I have yet no belief in Thor You might never forgive me Nor the actions to come I wish, more than anything It not be as such I cannot tell you why or what I cannot speak where I am
[Had anyone else been present, they might have been taken aback at how quickly the calm, collected Queen of Asgard lunges for a quill and ink. Her own writing is far from neat in her haste to reply.]
[Her words hurt, of course they did -- who wishes to hear such things from their mother's lips? But while they hurt, they're also expected. After all, was Loki not currently doing all that he can to earn such words, and worse, from those who had falsely called him family?]
It seems your darkest thoughts, Frigga of Asgard, were not black enough; your imagination weak from lack of use. For I have only just begun to fulfill on the foul promises of my true birthright.
[Walls have to be built, boundaries drawn; Loki would have to secure protection from the love he still feels for his mother, a love that is difficult and complicated, confusing and wounded, and entirely burdensome in what he must think of as his "true" life from here until eternity]
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Mother,
How this is so naturally written
it aches my heart to do as such
though not of your womb
you are my mother.
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He's been near the surface of her thoughts almost constantly since he'd fallen. For a moment, she's certain her wish to see him again has caused her to begin seeing things that aren't there. Her fingers brush over the words before she takes the book back to a private chamber.
Only when she's alone and her reactions can be her own does she turn the page as bidden.]
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I have betrayed Asgard,
and worse, should I be true,
I know not that I regret it
I cannot go back
I cannot right this
I fear such darkness take me
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Is her son still alive?
She smooths her hand over the words once more before turning the page.]
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Of all that I would miss,
Do know, I would miss you most.
Your kind smile; knowing eyes
A beauty and strength unparalleled
You deserved a better son
I had always been trouble
[ The writing, is... getting a little less neat.
PLEASE TURN PAGE ]
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[She's hardly aware of the whisper of protest. What is this he's saying? She could not have wished for a better son. She's always been proud of him.
As the handwriting begins to grow less even, she flips to the new page more quickly. This cannot be the last word she'll have of him.]
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Please be strong for Asgard,
I know that he grows weak
I have yet no belief in Thor
You might never forgive me
Nor the actions to come
I wish, more than anything
It not be as such
I cannot tell you why or what
I cannot speak where I am
Take up a quil. I shall respond.
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Loki
Loki, my dear
I thought you lost to me.
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Mother . . .
I am so sorry I had not spoken to you until now.
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Will you not come home?
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I just wished to speak these things
My heart urged it
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Why? What is it stays you from returning home?
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It seems your darkest thoughts, Frigga of Asgard, were not black enough; your imagination weak from lack of use. For I have only just begun to fulfill on the foul promises of my true birthright.
[Walls have to be built, boundaries drawn; Loki would have to secure protection from the love he still feels for his mother, a love that is difficult and complicated, confusing and wounded, and entirely burdensome in what he must think of as his "true" life from here until eternity]
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