[blackbirdblackbird]

[kara-luthors]

[the-lady-freya]

eyeofahawk-clint‌:

Would it be of anything else?

You have to trust in her to make the right decision, Clint. No one would have done what she did without good reason.

[the-lady-freya]

Is that Asgardgian Ale? This party may just be saved yet.

[the-lady-freya]

xcarolxdanversx‌:

The pity invite is kind of insulting but I also don’t know what we’re supposed to be celebrating so I call it even – slightly.

Migardian actions do seem pointless at times. An invitation to a party without knowing the reasons now it is clear who is to blame for that.

[the-lady-freya]

stark-withthesuit‌:

I still know how to throw a pretty great party if I do say so myself.

It is decent. Loud. Uneventful.

[the-lady-freya]

eyeofahawk-clint‌:

I don’t plan on leaving this seat.

All thoughts to her and the boy then?

[the-lady-freya]

xbo-chenx‌:

It’s a figure of speech.

If there was, I think you would have by now– right? You wouldn’t be all Melancholy Mandy over here if you had the ability to do that.

Humans and their figures of speech.

You have confused my concern for melancholy, boy. Sadness is a trifling matter I do not dwell on and it won’t help him.

[the-lady-freya]

psychicxelizabeth‌:

What I understand is that he wants to hurt innocent people; for fun. That’s a little twisted for my taste.

Sounds like you have a crush.

‘Tis not my first time handling a mischievous spirit parading around stomping on everyone he pleases.

Quentin and I, and yes, Adrion and I, are kindred spirits. Far from a crush.

[the-lady-freya]

xbo-chenx‌:

You and me both, sister.

Not really– I tend not to put hope or faith into things I can’t control.

We are not related.

Perhaps, there is a possibility I could control it. Help them both.

[the-lady-freya]

xbo-chenx‌:

Are you stating that because you want someone to give you some magical answer or just to feel bad about yourself?

I live in a reality where magical answers do not fall from the sky, boy. Have you ever held on to a hope so long that you struggle with the resignation you must release?

[the-lady-freya]

psychicxelizabeth‌:

You like the demon weaselled in there too? Crazy.

You Midgardians are all so willing to push aside what you do not comprehend. I understand him.

[the-lady-freya]

psychicxelizabeth‌:

You care about him a lot. Maybe more than you liked to admit.

It may shock you to believe, mutant, Quentin is not the only one I am concerned with.

[the-lady-freya]

Even I must cast my doubts upon the boy’s survival.

[the-lady-freya]

eyeofahawk-clint‌:

People must love talking to you and your cozy bedside manners. Look, I get the truth of the situation, I get the cost on both ends– I want both those kids back, whole, more than anything and you can bet your ass I’ll put everything I am on the line for those two. So, if you want to help, and I mean really help– then I expect you to do the same.

“Bedside manners? I do not understand the phrase.” Freya lifted a hand, waving away the confusion as a mere trifle. Midgardian lingo was still a current disinterest. “Do not dare question my loyalty to either Quentin or the girl, Barton, I wouldn’t have offered my assistance if I didn’t give a damn about them. And don’t bother mistaking my understanding for Adrion as shifting uncertainty either.”

[the-lady-freya]

xthor-wielderofthunderx‌:

“Because I am not him,” Thor shouted, his voice echoing painfully loud even to his ears. He never wished to give in to anger and make the same mistakes as he did before he was stranded on Earth initially. He was not as unaffected by the circumstances as he showed– Thor struggled. He knew he did. All the eyes of the Asgardian’s looked to him as he tried to remain strong, the embodiment of the hammer that was gifted to him. However it was a ploy– he wasn’t meant to lead for another thousand years, at least. He had so much to learn, but he had learned so little. All-Father was not who Thor thought he was, even to him and it was… shattering. “I am not my father, Freya,” he clarified, voice more level– his blue eyes fixed on her, unwavering, “there comes a time when you must think to yourself– do I wish to walk in the footsteps of those before me, or take a different path? I walked in the footsteps of my father unabashedly, alienating my brother from me all for the sake of glory. I was punished for it and in that moment I saw who I was supposed to be. I wanted to make my father proud, I wanted to be him but he wanted me to be better. This– keeping you alive despite the hurt you have caused me and my people all for the sake of your vengeance clouded in justified belief– this is me better. Finding my way outside of my father’s influence. You may have decided to be like your father in killing the All-Father, but I’m deciding to be like my own self. Take that however you will.”

The outburst floated between them for a moment, giving Freya a clear indication to keep her silence until she knew Thor’s explanation was over. Despite the various occasions she may have stepped across a line with the man, it never once resulted in such a forceful yelling rage. Despite the shifting moods finally coming to a head, this placed more in perspective than she anticipated. “No, you are not nor am I. In spite of your beliefs.” Yet, Freya employed one of Laufey’s most basic lessons facing an adversary who expressed anger. Hold your head high and do not allow anyone to crush you under their boot, “My father was an unlovable man who tossed aside a son he believed was the runt. He ruled with terror and sheer vicious brute, and I will admit I inherited his blood thirst for recompense, but that is where the similarities end. My loyalty to my brother sent me to Asgard, to your home, a mission my father would have thrown me in the darkest cell for attempting.” The woman pressed her lips together. “You are right, I did kill Odin for vengeance, and it is an action I will never apologize for.” She paused, “However, you lost your father just as I did. You mourned the man who raised you and I was rubbing the grief in your face. The pain and heartache I’ve caused you, Thor, that is what I am sorry for. I cannot give your father back to you, I cannot fix the choices I have made, but I am so sorry I am the reason why you are feeling lost baring the crown.”

[the-lady-freya]

xthor-wielderofthunderx‌:

Do not throw my father’s death into this conversation as if it were a light conversation piece to be said over beverages and snacks. You may understand this spirit, fine– but do not use the All-Father’s murder as justification to why. I try to get past this for the sake of being King of Asgard pushed onto me by your hand, but you do test my patience. He was still my father and if he were me, he would have killed you by now for such crimes.

Then if it were father’s teachings on how to be king, why not swing the ax and end my life where I stand? It is what Odin would have done, my father, any man that holds the throne and has to deal with the same woman who committed treason and murdered the only blood parent they have left. So, I ask why? Why not make an example of me after all I’ve done?