Mere hours ago he'd been convincing himself otherwise. Now he lingered on the word as though it was his lifeline. What had changed?
The queen of Asgard stood, somehow managing to maintain her shroud of dignity though the many layers of her silk gown were ruined and dripping salt water. She tilted her head back and studied the sky, looking for some sign of home, of the patterns Odin pointed out when they had snuck off to Midgard together, so long ago.
It was almost dizzying, how unfamiliar it was. There were none of the stars she knew, none of the shapes that suggested Yggdrasil's branches. Could it be that they had found themselves in realm beyond the Nine? If so, how could it resemble Midgard so closely?
She turned back to her son, concern etched on her face. If they had passed beyond Heimdall's sight, how could they hope to return home?
Frigga took a step forward to brush a lock of hair away from Loki's face. Her hand drifted down to his shoulder and rested there.
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Mere hours ago he'd been convincing himself otherwise. Now he lingered on the word as though it was his lifeline. What had changed?
The queen of Asgard stood, somehow managing to maintain her shroud of dignity though the many layers of her silk gown were ruined and dripping salt water. She tilted her head back and studied the sky, looking for some sign of home, of the patterns Odin pointed out when they had snuck off to Midgard together, so long ago.
It was almost dizzying, how unfamiliar it was. There were none of the stars she knew, none of the shapes that suggested Yggdrasil's branches. Could it be that they had found themselves in realm beyond the Nine? If so, how could it resemble Midgard so closely?
She turned back to her son, concern etched on her face. If they had passed beyond Heimdall's sight, how could they hope to return home?
Frigga took a step forward to brush a lock of hair away from Loki's face. Her hand drifted down to his shoulder and rested there.
"My son, what has happened to you?"