The Heart of a Mother

“I’m afraid you are WRONG mother. I’m not being hard enough on myself. You’ve no idea what I’ve seen….what I’ve been through….and the things I have done as a result of that. I became the very MONSTER you took in as a babe.”

Frigga’s mouth thinned into a determined line beneath blue eyes that mirrored the same sentiment,

“I took in no monster.” She asserted, folding her hands in front of her skirts and watching him. “I loved a small, helpless boy who could no more be held responsible for the cruel, callousness of his birth father than he could for his desperate hunger.”

She refused to do nothing as her son believed he had to tear himself apart. She cursed the prejudices of Asgard that had told him being a Jotun was reason enough to think he was wretched, and the ill-fated choices that had led his disillusionment. She should had told him the truth when he was a child, but she knew a part of the reason she had not had been selfish. She had wanted him to be her child and hers alone. She wanted Jotunheim and Laufey to have no claim on him, not even in his own mind, she that he could be hers.

It had been wrong and she knew it now.

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“M-mother? You’re alive? They told me….they told me you were dead.” Had his spells worked? Had he succeeded in raising her from the dead?

“Loki.” His name was a whisper, warm and heavy with relief, as Frigga staggered forward. She remembered Kurse’s blade and a familiar, enveloping shadow descending on her, but little more. She had noted how difficult it had been to breathe, and how, though she knew her lips had moved, no words would form.

Loki. She had tried to say, Do not leave Loki. A harsh breath would have interrupted her speech, had she said anything at all, followed by a fervent, Thor. Odin. This... not your fault. I love...

Death was cold. She had never realized how much until her limbs had numbed and her heart succumbed.

“I think I was, my darling.” She reached for him, seeking to rest a trembling hand beside his cheek. She would stroke a thumb across his face and line of his jaw, if he let her.

“But I am here now.” She inhaled and the air seemed to scrape over a weakness lingering in her chest. She held to him as she searched his eyes,

All right, my friends! I am revamping Frigga. :D

New/primary faceclaim (Connie Nielson from Gladiator & Wonder Woman!) and new theme! She’s more like Frigga in Wonder Woman, but until we got a lot of screencaps from that, I’ll be using her from Gladiator.

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