Frigga began to stroke her fingers gently through Loki's hair when he leaned his head in closer. The action stemmed from a desperation to reassure her son, something that was difficult to do in light of the fact that she knew very little about what circumstances would cause him such pain.
"Oh, my Loki," Frigga breathed out gently. "If it true that exile is in your future, perhaps you've been brought here to help learn how to avoid such a path. Have you though of that, my dear one?" she asked. "You and your brother are both stubborn, but I do not believe you could ever forsake one another."
She grew quiet, her hand stilling, when he began to speak again. It came as little surprise that Thor had also shared that particular detail.
"I wish my passing did not have to cause you and your brother such pain," Frigga answered him, still quiet, a bit more sober. "And I can only hope you know how dearly you are loved. I know you must mourn for awhile, but my wish would be for both of you to remember me by being the best men you can be."
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Date: 2014-03-11 04:07 am (UTC)"Oh, my Loki," Frigga breathed out gently. "If it true that exile is in your future, perhaps you've been brought here to help learn how to avoid such a path. Have you though of that, my dear one?" she asked. "You and your brother are both stubborn, but I do not believe you could ever forsake one another."
She grew quiet, her hand stilling, when he began to speak again. It came as little surprise that Thor had also shared that particular detail.
"I wish my passing did not have to cause you and your brother such pain," Frigga answered him, still quiet, a bit more sober. "And I can only hope you know how dearly you are loved. I know you must mourn for awhile, but my wish would be for both of you to remember me by being the best men you can be."