The smile she gave in response to that was much more natural, if wry this time. Her eyes flickered upward in way vaguely akin to a scoff, a sigh crossing her lips. "No. Nothing is wrong," she had no ill-ease in stating.
She meant that truly. She felt it. She didn't feel guilt about what she had done; her intentions were for the best of everyone, even Loki.
If he could be made to understand that, he would see that this was ultimately a very good thing. For Asgard and the betterment of two worlds, certainly. And for himself as well...although of course there would also be sacrifices. Things asked of him that she knew should not be done lightly.
Though they often were, with young nobles. Asked to set whatever thoughts and plans they might have had to their own lives aside, for the sake of the land and positions they were born to.
Frigga hoped if nothing else to be more understanding with her son. And more gentle. At least that was her intention.
Now that the time had come to actually deliver the news however she found it was increasingly difficult to envision how exactly she could do this entirely gently.
"But there is something I need to discuss with you. As you might have guessed. A...serious matter." Coming closer she reached, very briefly, to touch her fingers to the underside of his chin in an affectionate gesture that seemed more for her benefit than his. To match her words the light to her eyes was, indeed, serious. And faintly...sad.
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it's super unreasonable of them truly
Date: 2014-01-08 07:03 pm (UTC)She meant that truly. She felt it. She didn't feel guilt about what she had done; her intentions were for the best of everyone, even Loki.
If he could be made to understand that, he would see that this was ultimately a very good thing. For Asgard and the betterment of two worlds, certainly. And for himself as well...although of course there would also be sacrifices. Things asked of him that she knew should not be done lightly.
Though they often were, with young nobles. Asked to set whatever thoughts and plans they might have had to their own lives aside, for the sake of the land and positions they were born to.
Frigga hoped if nothing else to be more understanding with her son. And more gentle. At least that was her intention.
Now that the time had come to actually deliver the news however she found it was increasingly difficult to envision how exactly she could do this entirely gently.
"But there is something I need to discuss with you. As you might have guessed. A...serious matter." Coming closer she reached, very briefly, to touch her fingers to the underside of his chin in an affectionate gesture that seemed more for her benefit than his. To match her words the light to her eyes was, indeed, serious. And faintly...sad.