If anything Frigga was glad he had pressed to the heart of the matter so soon. She had no intention to waste much time dancing around it. She wasn't certain she could manage, and besides, it wouldn't be fair to Loki.
But at his intended quip her face underwent a sort of spasm, words intended in jest making her all but wince as he unknowingly came too close to the heart of the matter.
A betrothal and an execution were hardly the same thing...but. How many times had an undesired engagement caused a young man or woman to proclaim grievously 'My life is over'?
(And in a way it was, wasn't it? The journey from unattached to spouse meant the ending of one life, and the beginning of another. The loss of certain freedoms. And not always, such as in circumstances like the one she'd created, undertaken entirely of one's own accord.)
"It's hardly that," she said, pulling back from him slightly, hand falling. Her words were at war with her expression. She hesitated, choosing her next words with a heavy hand as she prepared herself. She breathed in.
"Loki...have you ever been in love?" She found herself facing away from him again, hands going together as if she would wring them. Her words spilled out of her in a murmur as she thought. "I know you've had your flirtations with a fair share of maidens in your father's court, and I'm certain there have been other dalliances hidden from my eyes. But, there has never been anything more serious, has there? You are not presently attached?"
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Date: 2014-01-08 10:46 pm (UTC)But at his intended quip her face underwent a sort of spasm, words intended in jest making her all but wince as he unknowingly came too close to the heart of the matter.
A betrothal and an execution were hardly the same thing...but. How many times had an undesired engagement caused a young man or woman to proclaim grievously 'My life is over'?
(And in a way it was, wasn't it? The journey from unattached to spouse meant the ending of one life, and the beginning of another. The loss of certain freedoms. And not always, such as in circumstances like the one she'd created, undertaken entirely of one's own accord.)
"It's hardly that," she said, pulling back from him slightly, hand falling. Her words were at war with her expression. She hesitated, choosing her next words with a heavy hand as she prepared herself. She breathed in.
"Loki...have you ever been in love?" She found herself facing away from him again, hands going together as if she would wring them. Her words spilled out of her in a murmur as she thought. "I know you've had your flirtations with a fair share of maidens in your father's court, and I'm certain there have been other dalliances hidden from my eyes. But, there has never been anything more serious, has there? You are not presently attached?"