between rivers *& mountain tops sits their kingdom : 𝐚𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 , 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 *& 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 . , ; however. a certain 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 is not sleeping . two of them , exactly . , .. because one can’t know without the other , of course . a queen *&. her next - in - line . ahead of yourself , meddling majesty ! 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 . / for now , halted in trek to shared chambers , frigga meets the 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 so unexpectedly in midnight’s hushed corridors . brows rise. 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴. 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴. ❝ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄 ? what brings you to the 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 . . . why , it’s the middle of the night ! ❞ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 . though , the question still fell , echoed against high ceilings . *&. the response echoed 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 louder. : nightmare . .. / frigga bares silences for fleeting , ticking seconds .
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧 . ❝ COME IN. if you’d like. ❞ she steps aside. it’s a ghost story , the women that precede frigga. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 . — - , decorated in divans , love seats, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 *&. 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕 . unopened champagnes , flowers , curtains . fit for a queen . ❝ a lady’s boudoir ! where she’ll be 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 , 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 . . . . or , of course , certain visitors may be , as well . ﹙ 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ! ﹚ you know , a younger loki , ; hardly taller than your laces , made a habit of visiting , wandering off from a much unruly thor , 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 to keep company of me . . —— - — ❞ *&. like a switch , : smile falters . , ; sauntering / . . , wandering off just like 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 . 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 , setting attentions there , as if she may stare stories down where a stranger calls himself loki . ❝ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 . . . 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 . though , perhaps i could use new company . ﹙ 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 . ﹚
SIT. . . . is that what troubles you ? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 ? , new york ? ❞
WELCOMED SO KINDLY: AS ONE SHOULD EXPECT FROM FRIGGA ——— ALLMOTHER, THE KEEPER OF FAMILY. AND NOW SYNNOVE: BUDDING GODDESS OF JUSTICE AND TRUTH & KEEPER OF HONESTY SITS IDLE; SITS VERY SHY.
WHAT A GIFT THIS WAS ! and at times, what a curse. truth’s speak: truth’s tongue. it could paint her as an elusive wit, a rapid fire of fact and non - fiction ---------- AESIER’S CONSCIOUS . and at others, a quite childish painting: foolish and naive, too observant for conversation. rude. for truth and honesty (so intertwined with principles of justice) made her a valiant goddess. the best of her title and yet: only half the age of her predecessors. even odin himself had spilt the honey of such realization into the ears of his council, TO THE EAR OF HIS WIFE . what a weight it was. all eyes upon the blind goddess.
❛ and i wish to know him still . ❜
ASGARD’S PALACE CHOIR . a notable curricular for the children of a parent which was present in the palace. perhaps even for those who lived along the cobble stoned street that lead to the steps of hjemmet til kongelige, but mainly palace children. why many aspire to work within grand halls and alongside their trusted royal family: ENROLMENT IN HIGH EDUCATION , from the best healers and sorcerers; tudors and warriors. and while synnove was still small, she had seen allmother. AS BEAUTIFUL AS SHE IS TODAY , as kind and as welcoming ---------- even when her fast tiny steps run her into the skirt of the queen. a funny looking, not yet sharpened, curtsey and bow. LAMB’S APOLOGY .
SYNNOVE REMEMBERS LOKI . through the words of his mother, the far memory as clear as boudoir’s reflection. remembers him as a boy she used to play with, happily, before it became lewd to play with a friend of the opposite sex. remembers a formal greeting once again, after a choir’s concert for the queen’s birthday.
SHORTER THAN HIS BROTHER. SHYER STILL;
NOT LIKE HE IS NOW.
ALMOST TO GUARD HER WORDS , synnove places a curled hand against her lips. holding rounded knuckles over her speech: habit, a poor habit, to stop further truth. FOR IT WAS THE TRIAL, AND IT WAS LOKI . and most especially new york. a glorious midgardian city her parents had dreamt of visiting after whisper of what wondrous and remarkable buildings stand there. her father; as blind as a bat, wished to stand at the base of the mighty empire state building and FEEL ITS GRAND HEIGHT from below. her mother: to enjoy a stroll through a CENTRAL PARK ; as asgardians compared to the fields of vanaheim. and for a moment she wonders if they had the chance to fulfil these aspirations. ❛ he is difficult. ❜ spoken truthfully,
❛ as my first trial, i did not expect it to be easy, surely. but this... i wish to do him well. and some days we are fine, i would talk and he would listen. but only to close again: I AM SCARED HE HAS GIVEN UP . which then, his future would be no less of an entrapment than it is now, but... if it is apparent that i cannot unshake his cynicism about his fate, THEY WILL TAKE IT FROM HIM. ---------- i do not know how to... how do i speak to him my queen? how do i help him? ❜
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