This went in a new direction.ladyofthefensJune 28 2012, 23:04:46 UTC
You will keep a civil tongue when you speak to me. My weak imagination was colored by my faith in you, Loki. Faith in the man I believed I had watched you become.
[Frigga does not grow angry often -- she is famed for her calm, even temperament -- but now it begins to build beneath her words.]
You speak of your birthright, and yet you have clearly not truly considered it. You are a prince. Whether Loki Odinson or Loki Laufeyson, you are of a royal line.
Cast us off if you must. Seek to forget those who have loved you since your birth, but do not seek to pick and choose only the choicest elements of your ancestry that will serve this idea that you are nothing more than a monster.
This disappoints above all. You are better than this.
I -- yeah. Wasn't expecting that one. Things took a *turn* here.trickstertongueJune 29 2012, 03:47:14 UTC
Then it was weakened by your own bias. [He's taken aback, by her anger, and he wants to run to her, wants to bury his face in her shoulder and hold her tight, wants to be wrapped in the comfort of her arms for a while while he sobs his apologies.
But, he fears, as a larger part of him -- the part that's fueled by rage and disappointment, the part that's grown strong on pain, rejoices in her ire]
Oh, a prince, am I? And what good that title has done me, I wonder. I may have token claim to two royal lines, but possession of neither. In Asgard it's my Jotun blood that keeps me from the throne; yet Jotun's throne no "Odinson" could ever make his own. [He tilts his head to the side, a cold smile on his lips] You think I have no considered my place in the realms? It is between them, Mother. In the dark spaces and shadows between the worlds. I'm not enough one thing and too much the other.
[He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them they're wet with tears that he refuses to acknowledge. That weakness infuriates him
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.../popcorn.gif >.>ladyofthefensJune 29 2012, 17:53:04 UTC
Being a prince is not about what you receive, arrogant child! [That laugh drives a sliver of ice into her heart, which anger cannot warm away, but her voice stays strong and hard as she lifts her chin and stares down his burgeoning madness without flinching.]
Have you listened to none of my words? Has nothing I have tried to teach you about the truth of ruling succeeded in penetrating? Being a prince -- being a king -- is not a privilege in itself, Loki! It is about what you give to your people. A ruler is the greatest servant of all. That is no delusion.
you can smack him if you need to, moms /moar popcorntrickstertongueJune 29 2012, 18:27:05 UTC
And you -- you think I did not serve? That I gave nothing of myself for our realm, our people?
[He's almost stunned by this. Did they really not see? Did none of them see anything? How poorly they must have looked upon him, Prince Loki of Asgard, that they overlooked all that he did? All that he gave up to please them!]
All I did was work to prove myself worthy of the right to rule. But no, it was never enough, never good enough. I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't Thor with his mighty hammer and his feckless courage; I was the Shadow Brother, the Afterthought Prince, a creature of tricks and magics who was never but a poor second behind the Golden Thor
( ... )
I will listen to no more of this. You will hold your tongue until I permit you speak again. [And it isn't only a command. Quick as a snake, Frigga's two fingers of her right hand swipe across Loki's throat and his lips, effectively silencing him. It's a quick charm and would last no time at all against a magic-user, but it will give her the time to say what she means to say.]
Stop this. Your self-pity does no justice to the services you have performed for Asgard, services which have not gone unregarded, despite what you now claim in your torrent of injured rage. It serves only to highlight your foolishness.
[She steps closer now, eyes flashing with anger of her own, and her voice drops to a near-whisper, cold as the wastes of Jotunheim.] How blind do you believe me to be, ungrateful son of mine, that you claim I took no notice of all you have done for this kingdom? That I took no notice of your dedication, your love for Thor, for Asgard, for our people? You were given the rule of Asgard when Thor was banished. I chose you for that
( ... )
It's a shock -- Frigga does not use her magics casually against her children, reserving them for the most severe transgressions. He knows his mother's powerful, knows that she is not Queen by courtesy but through her own power, but even still the raw force of it behind the simple charm is daunting. It pulls him up; unfortunately, not enough, for even as she finishes her words -- words which hurt, words which cut, words that make him feel that he may have missed something important somewhere, that there was a turn he could have taken and did not -- and the charm begins to dissolve, his rage washes through him again.
Flamed by her anger, by what he sees as the unfair, incomplete half-truths of it, when the charm is extinguished he laughs. "Oh, the rule of Asgard while Odin took to his bed! What a wonderful thing to have been given, Mother. A temporary kingdom, to watch over as child would his land of toys. To stand in until such time as Odin woke to take it back -- true power never transferring from his ancient grasp. I did not
( ... )
He'll be more "dayum" shortly.ladyofthefensJuly 6 2012, 07:59:51 UTC
Which registers first, the sound of the strike echoing back from the walls or the pain of the solid hit across his face? It's no dainty slap, Frigga is far from the type, and her hand is still stinging when she lowers it. "You will not speak of your family in this way," she says, no longer loud but now quiet and steady, dangerously low. Her chin is held high even as the tear finally spills down her cheek.
"I raised you to be a wise, thoughtful man. I did not raise you to slay an entire race of beings! Mercy, Loki, I tried to teach you mercy as well as wisdom, but it seems my teachings were wasted."
"I cannot claim to know the All-father's mind," she continues in the same low, hard voice, "but there was a throne wanting a king from the moment you slew Laufey, a throne to which you had a blood-right. Do you think it so farfetched that Odin may have planned to hand you a kingdom of your own? Would you have accepted it or would you have tossed it back in his face because it was inferior to your brother's? Everything you have become is
( ... )
I'm sorry, Mother. For everything. I cannot undo what's been done. I'm not sure I can even fix it now. Truthfully I'm not certain I want to. But I never meant to hurt you, or disappoint you.
You were the only one, besides Thor, who ever truly cared.
[Frigga sighs and closes her eyes for a moment before stepping forward to pull him into an embrace.]
I should never have kept the truth from you, my dear. I never imagined...
[She'd never imagined it would lead to something like this. She'd had very little choice in the matter, but she still feels she should have fought for him.]
[That prompts a tightening of her lips -- she and Odin have had many words about his decision to keep from Loki the truth of his birth -- but her voice stays calm.]
He believed it was best. He is powerful, but power does not lend itself to infallibility.
No, indeed. He believes himself wise, but he did not listen to reason. [In other words, who the hell thought it was a good idea to keep Loki from the truth? But there's nothing he can do about that now.]
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[Frigga does not grow angry often -- she is famed for her calm, even temperament -- but now it begins to build beneath her words.]
You speak of your birthright, and yet you have clearly not truly considered it. You are a prince. Whether Loki Odinson or Loki Laufeyson, you are of a royal line.
Cast us off if you must. Seek to forget those who have loved you since your birth, but do not seek to pick and choose only the choicest elements of your ancestry that will serve this idea that you are nothing more than a monster.
This disappoints above all. You are better than this.
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But, he fears, as a larger part of him -- the part that's fueled by rage and disappointment, the part that's grown strong on pain, rejoices in her ire]
Oh, a prince, am I? And what good that title has done me, I wonder. I may have token claim to two royal lines, but possession of neither. In Asgard it's my Jotun blood that keeps me from the throne; yet Jotun's throne no "Odinson" could ever make his own. [He tilts his head to the side, a cold smile on his lips] You think I have no considered my place in the realms? It is between them, Mother. In the dark spaces and shadows between the worlds. I'm not enough one thing and too much the other.
[He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them they're wet with tears that he refuses to acknowledge. That weakness infuriates him ( ... )
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Have you listened to none of my words? Has nothing I have tried to teach you about the truth of ruling succeeded in penetrating? Being a prince -- being a king -- is not a privilege in itself, Loki! It is about what you give to your people. A ruler is the greatest servant of all. That is no delusion.
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[He's almost stunned by this. Did they really not see? Did none of them see anything? How poorly they must have looked upon him, Prince Loki of Asgard, that they overlooked all that he did? All that he gave up to please them!]
All I did was work to prove myself worthy of the right to rule. But no, it was never enough, never good enough. I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't Thor with his mighty hammer and his feckless courage; I was the Shadow Brother, the Afterthought Prince, a creature of tricks and magics who was never but a poor second behind the Golden Thor ( ... )
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Stop this. Your self-pity does no justice to the services you have performed for Asgard, services which have not gone unregarded, despite what you now claim in your torrent of injured rage. It serves only to highlight your foolishness.
[She steps closer now, eyes flashing with anger of her own, and her voice drops to a near-whisper, cold as the wastes of Jotunheim.] How blind do you believe me to be, ungrateful son of mine, that you claim I took no notice of all you have done for this kingdom? That I took no notice of your dedication, your love for Thor, for Asgard, for our people? You were given the rule of Asgard when Thor was banished. I chose you for that ( ... )
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Flamed by her anger, by what he sees as the unfair, incomplete half-truths of it, when the charm is extinguished he laughs. "Oh, the rule of Asgard while Odin took to his bed! What a wonderful thing to have been given, Mother. A temporary kingdom, to watch over as child would his land of toys. To stand in until such time as Odin woke to take it back -- true power never transferring from his ancient grasp. I did not ( ... )
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"I raised you to be a wise, thoughtful man. I did not raise you to slay an entire race of beings! Mercy, Loki, I tried to teach you mercy as well as wisdom, but it seems my teachings were wasted."
"I cannot claim to know the All-father's mind," she continues in the same low, hard voice, "but there was a throne wanting a king from the moment you slew Laufey, a throne to which you had a blood-right. Do you think it so farfetched that Odin may have planned to hand you a kingdom of your own? Would you have accepted it or would you have tossed it back in his face because it was inferior to your brother's? Everything you have become is ( ... )
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You were the only one, besides Thor, who ever truly cared.
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But I did not believe you would be capable of something like this.
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No. I never expected it myelf. I...I love you as well.
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I should never have kept the truth from you, my dear. I never imagined...
[She'd never imagined it would lead to something like this. She'd had very little choice in the matter, but she still feels she should have fought for him.]
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I know. I don't blame you, not as much as Odin.
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He believed it was best. He is powerful, but power does not lend itself to infallibility.
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