As certainly convenient as it made it for her schemes, Frigga's own feelings on reflecting over the fact Loki had indeed never found anyone to fawn over were, at best, bittersweet. And at their worst anything but.
Love could be trying but it was in her experience a wonderful thing; it brought a kind of joy into one's life that had no equal. Even foolish and mistaken childhood infatuations gave pleasure for a time and left memories to sigh and smile over.
So to know with almost certainty her son, already holding himself a step apart from most others, had never known anyone he felt connected to in such a way? It wasn't happy knowledge. If she focused too hard on it, it even threatened to be painful. And she tried not to divine at the cause of something which was in the end little of her business - if this absence was more purposeful on Loki's part, and if it came from his fear or his disdain.
It had never come to pass. She supposed the details, the how any why, didn't matter in the end.
But there was a hopeful spark inside of her, coming from the undeniably romantic and tender part of her nature, that backed what she was about to do as a way to actually somehow fix this 'problem'.
A well-matched pair of spouses could grow fond of each other after the fact, could even fall in love over time. It was an...optimistic notion, to be sure. But it did happen.
As he spoke she turned her body again at the waist and twisted her neck to look back at him. She had to frown at his words, but she did him the courtesy of meeting his eyes. Her manner was stern but not unsympathetic when she gave reply.
"In a perfect world, my child," she said softly, "such choices would be left entirely up to you. But I think we both know, unfortunately, that the reality is not quite that."
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Love could be trying but it was in her experience a wonderful thing; it brought a kind of joy into one's life that had no equal. Even foolish and mistaken childhood infatuations gave pleasure for a time and left memories to sigh and smile over.
So to know with almost certainty her son, already holding himself a step apart from most others, had never known anyone he felt connected to in such a way? It wasn't happy knowledge. If she focused too hard on it, it even threatened to be painful. And she tried not to divine at the cause of something which was in the end little of her business - if this absence was more purposeful on Loki's part, and if it came from his fear or his disdain.
It had never come to pass. She supposed the details, the how any why, didn't matter in the end.
But there was a hopeful spark inside of her, coming from the undeniably romantic and tender part of her nature, that backed what she was about to do as a way to actually somehow fix this 'problem'.
A well-matched pair of spouses could grow fond of each other after the fact, could even fall in love over time. It was an...optimistic notion, to be sure. But it did happen.
As he spoke she turned her body again at the waist and twisted her neck to look back at him. She had to frown at his words, but she did him the courtesy of meeting his eyes. Her manner was stern but not unsympathetic when she gave reply.
"In a perfect world, my child," she said softly, "such choices would be left entirely up to you. But I think we both know, unfortunately, that the reality is not quite that."