[The question draws her up short. She must answer honestly, as with everything else, but how does she find the answer to that deceptively simple question?]
...my sons are in pain. My husband is in pain. No, I am not happy.
[This is far from a topic Frigga wishes to discuss and she searches for a way to avoid it, but her only option is diplomacy.]
It may be some time before Thor and his chosen wife take up the throne of Asgard. There is still much for your father to do. ["Your father" slips out accidentally, but Frigga doesn't retract it. Odin is Loki's father.]
Well. I cannot say I have never wondered, or imagined myself raising a daughter.
[What would she be like? Would she take after Frigga, bold and inquisitive, or would she be quiet, more suited to books? Would she be a warrior-maiden, following in the Lady Sif's footsteps?]
[Loki smiles, pleased with himself on several levels. He's been working on this in secret, not wanting to have to always rely on his mother to show him the ins and outs of every trick. Ambition and a need to please, as well as an insatiable curiosity, led him to research the finer points of a nature prone toward magic, and he found, to his delight, that he had the capability to change his form. After much practice, he had perfected the switch, until his female form was as true and whole as his male
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[Frigga tilts her head as she catches a hint of the magic he's drawing in, but her eyes widen in surprise as he changes. The shift is flawless and this new form looks easily as real as the shape she knows so well.]
Loki...
[She reaches out, but her hand pauses before she can touch his -- her -- cheek.]
No, Mother, it's all right. [She reaches for Frigga's hand, places it against her cool cheek, smiling broadly] It is not just illusion; it is a true change of form! Right now, for as long as I am in this body, I am for all intents and purposes a Princess of Asgard.
[She laughs brightly, pleased at the look of surprise she's seen on her mother's face, pleased that she was able to impress her mother with her magics -- the one person in all of Asgard whose opinion Loki trusted and respected in such matters]
[Frigga's laugh joins her now-daughter's as she presses her palm against the smooth cheek. There is no hint that this form is anything but genuine, and she even retains some of Loki's male appearance.
Her hand moves to smooth down Loki's hair in that familiar gesture as she beams down at her. Down, what a strange thing. It has been some years since that's happened with either of her children.]
You are truly a brilliant magician. You have practiced this in secret, I think.
[Her mother's proud smile turns a bit mischievous, unable to resist thinking of what playful ways this trick could be put to use.]
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...my sons are in pain. My husband is in pain. No, I am not happy.
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Will you take my forgiveness to be condoning what you've done?
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I am grateful.
Will you take to traveling once more when your duties as Queen have passed?
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My duties as Queen will not pass. I will not see the Realms as I once did.
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It may be some time before Thor and his chosen wife take up the throne of Asgard. There is still much for your father to do. ["Your father" slips out accidentally, but Frigga doesn't retract it. Odin is Loki's father.]
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Well. I cannot say I have never wondered, or imagined myself raising a daughter.
[What would she be like? Would she take after Frigga, bold and inquisitive, or would she be quiet, more suited to books? Would she be a warrior-maiden, following in the Lady Sif's footsteps?]
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Loki...
[She reaches out, but her hand pauses before she can touch his -- her -- cheek.]
My dear. This is masterful.
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[She laughs brightly, pleased at the look of surprise she's seen on her mother's face, pleased that she was able to impress her mother with her magics -- the one person in all of Asgard whose opinion Loki trusted and respected in such matters]
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Her hand moves to smooth down Loki's hair in that familiar gesture as she beams down at her. Down, what a strange thing. It has been some years since that's happened with either of her children.]
You are truly a brilliant magician. You have practiced this in secret, I think.
[Her mother's proud smile turns a bit mischievous, unable to resist thinking of what playful ways this trick could be put to use.]
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