She stood there and watched her son cry. And what she felt most was horror.
Horror that he was aching and angry and devastated, and she had not the least idea how to comfort him.
She had made it her life's business to never ever be at such a loss. To always have some idea how to help when things went awry, to know just what her husband her sons needed and do whatever she could to provide it.
But here, she didn't know. She did not know for once, and to feel so helpless left her adrift in a way not dissimilar, ironically, to what Loki was feeling.
And though she wracked her brain still she could some up with no idea what to say or do now. How was she to soothe these injuries when they ran so deep, when they were regardless of intention wounds she herself had wrought?
"Please," she had to whisper; "do not think me cruel, or unkind, in telling you these things. I know it may not seem as much to you, but I swear that my end aim was only to help you."
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Date: 2014-01-21 05:20 am (UTC)Horror that he was aching and angry and devastated, and she had not the least idea how to comfort him.
She had made it her life's business to never ever be at such a loss. To always have some idea how to help when things went awry, to know just what her husband her sons needed and do whatever she could to provide it.
But here, she didn't know. She did not know for once, and to feel so helpless left her adrift in a way not dissimilar, ironically, to what Loki was feeling.
And though she wracked her brain still she could some up with no idea what to say or do now. How was she to soothe these injuries when they ran so deep, when they were regardless of intention wounds she herself had wrought?
"Please," she had to whisper; "do not think me cruel, or unkind, in telling you these things. I know it may not seem as much to you, but I swear that my end aim was only to help you."