"Exile?" Frigga repeated, her confusion and worry evident in the single word she spoke. The frown at the corners of her mouth deepened, eyebrows drawing close together.
She didn't want to imagine a world where such a thing was possible. She was reminded, once again, that her boys were taken from a time so far beyond her -- but she still couldn't think this Loki in front of her capable of a crime that resulted in exile.
She pressed one hand softly against Loki's face.
"I will speak to your brother," she said, the words intended to be a comfort -- as if it was obvious that there had been some miscommunication between the brothers, or that Loki's exile was short-lived and something far more minor that he seemed to think it.
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Date: 2014-03-11 03:28 am (UTC)She didn't want to imagine a world where such a thing was possible. She was reminded, once again, that her boys were taken from a time so far beyond her -- but she still couldn't think this Loki in front of her capable of a crime that resulted in exile.
She pressed one hand softly against Loki's face.
"I will speak to your brother," she said, the words intended to be a comfort -- as if it was obvious that there had been some miscommunication between the brothers, or that Loki's exile was short-lived and something far more minor that he seemed to think it.