She held her breath and froze, head lifting, as he looked to her with such fury. Bracing herself.
But nothing came of it. He stormed out. She was able to let the tension out of body once more.
At least he could still see reason enough to know when this was done.
She didn't say farewell as he left. She didn't say anything. She only watched him go, heart in her throat, praying that however he demonstrated his rage is private afterward he would find at least some rest, and that in the morning perhaps he would feel...a little bit better.
She didn't dare hope that all of this, all that had been done, would be a storm that blew over for awhile.
Turning her back to the door, sparing only one last glance at the silver chest still waiting on the nearby table, Frigga went towards the window to look out over the gardens and to Asgard beyond them.
She would wait awhile. And then she would talk to her husband. And then one of them - possibly her as well - would have to talk to Thor. And then there would be preparations to begin making. Another letter, one of many, to write to Jotunheim.
There was so much left to be done today. And so even though her heart was aching, she couldn't let herself feel the sorrow or how tired she was yet.
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Date: 2014-01-29 05:02 am (UTC)But nothing came of it. He stormed out. She was able to let the tension out of body once more.
At least he could still see reason enough to know when this was done.
She didn't say farewell as he left. She didn't say anything. She only watched him go, heart in her throat, praying that however he demonstrated his rage is private afterward he would find at least some rest, and that in the morning perhaps he would feel...a little bit better.
She didn't dare hope that all of this, all that had been done, would be a storm that blew over for awhile.
Turning her back to the door, sparing only one last glance at the silver chest still waiting on the nearby table, Frigga went towards the window to look out over the gardens and to Asgard beyond them.
She would wait awhile. And then she would talk to her husband. And then one of them - possibly her as well - would have to talk to Thor. And then there would be preparations to begin making. Another letter, one of many, to write to Jotunheim.
There was so much left to be done today. And so even though her heart was aching, she couldn't let herself feel the sorrow or how tired she was yet.