"Be more careful with your words," she returned sharply. Her response in the face of his emerging anger was perhaps not what he would've expected - to be met with some anger back, albeit firm and cool compared to his own. "You were raised to show respect to the denizens of other realms. Such ignorance is beneath you."
Perhaps not the wisest of responses. Even as the uncensored words escaped her, she was cognizant of that.
But she was so tired of this -- worn down and exasperated by centuries upon centuries of feeling like the only soul left on Asgard who remembered there was a time when the Jotun came and went from their realm as easy as the dwarfs or the Vanir. When they were perhaps not loved but at least no more disliked or mistrusted than any of the other older races among the nine main branches of Yggdrasil.
Maybe she was. She'd overheard enough Asgardians who should have the same memory sneering at the the Frost Giants, using language to describe them as beasts and monsters.
And yes -- it was true she might have felt differently, had she not as a queen and a woman been spared the experience of the direct horrors of war. She too might have come to have a very different picture of their once almost-allies, if she'd known dark nights spent hunched down in alertness and fear, aware every moment of the possibility of a painful and brutal death at the hands of a towering warrior with sharp teeth and eyes of murderous scarlet flame...
Even so, however, Frigga could not pretend to be ungrateful for her objectivity.
And as to Loki's secret worries that she indeed knew more about his private affairs - and predilections - than they'd already discussed?
He was right to think his mother wasn't a fool. If it was the kind of thing she wanted to contemplate, certainly by now she would've uncovered a thing or two. But the fact was she was his mother. Every once in awhile her thoughts might turn that direction, a picture starting to form - and she would briskly clamp down on it and cast it out, convinced it was simply none of her business.
She didn't care what Loki did and she didn't need to know. And that was all that she had to believe on the subject.
Her mostly unthinking assumption her son would be somehow amenable to a union with another male had less to do with knowledge he was paranoid over her having...and more to do with knowledge she already had that he did not. Namely regarding his origins.
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Date: 2014-01-13 02:46 am (UTC)Perhaps not the wisest of responses. Even as the uncensored words escaped her, she was cognizant of that.
But she was so tired of this -- worn down and exasperated by centuries upon centuries of feeling like the only soul left on Asgard who remembered there was a time when the Jotun came and went from their realm as easy as the dwarfs or the Vanir. When they were perhaps not loved but at least no more disliked or mistrusted than any of the other older races among the nine main branches of Yggdrasil.
Maybe she was. She'd overheard enough Asgardians who should have the same memory sneering at the the Frost Giants, using language to describe them as beasts and monsters.
And yes -- it was true she might have felt differently, had she not as a queen and a woman been spared the experience of the direct horrors of war. She too might have come to have a very different picture of their once almost-allies, if she'd known dark nights spent hunched down in alertness and fear, aware every moment of the possibility of a painful and brutal death at the hands of a towering warrior with sharp teeth and eyes of murderous scarlet flame...
Even so, however, Frigga could not pretend to be ungrateful for her objectivity.
And as to Loki's secret worries that she indeed knew more about his private affairs - and predilections - than they'd already discussed?
He was right to think his mother wasn't a fool. If it was the kind of thing she wanted to contemplate, certainly by now she would've uncovered a thing or two. But the fact was she was his mother. Every once in awhile her thoughts might turn that direction, a picture starting to form - and she would briskly clamp down on it and cast it out, convinced it was simply none of her business.
She didn't care what Loki did and she didn't need to know. And that was all that she had to believe on the subject.
Her mostly unthinking assumption her son would be somehow amenable to a union with another male had less to do with knowledge he was paranoid over her having...and more to do with knowledge she already had that he did not. Namely regarding his origins.