Post by frigga on Feb 29, 2012 19:02:54 GMT -4
The place was usually left alone. Few could steel themselves enough to come into its grounds, let alone actually enter the palace of her younger son, but Frigga had business and she believed her son would be civil, if not to many, at least to her. She warded off the subconscious chill she felt looking at the omnious architecture. It was a dark place built upon cold cliffs, surrounded a chilly sea, but Loki had always preferred the cold. She had always known why, but—
She shook her head and pressed open the door. She entered Loki's fortress and took in the hall, its decorations so suiting for her son, but more malicious and telling now that he was not only God of Lies, but now the whispered God of Evil. She had not had the luxury of speaking to him and thus here she was. She would seek him, come to him on his own terms, in a place he was comfortable in. She just hoped the effort didn't go unnoticed by him. She hadn't come to intrude, but wanted to prove how much she wished to speak to him. She had told no one in the castle where she had gone, just for a ride in Asgard.
She pulled back her hood and tucked one side of her bronze hair behind her ear. But let them know she had sought her exiled son. Exiled by the people, but not in law or name. She hugged herself and with a soft inhale she moved forward her way lit by the torches. The lack of dust and the light told her she had correctly surmised her son's dwellings. She comforted that he was back in Asgard at the least and taking up his old home. She made her way to the grand hall, figuring that would be as good as any place to start in searching the place for her son. There was the possibility he was away, but it was a chance she was willing to take. And she could wait.
She came to the door and with just a moment's hesitation, she too entered them, eyes searching the room.
“Loki, are you here?” She called as she came in.
She shook her head and pressed open the door. She entered Loki's fortress and took in the hall, its decorations so suiting for her son, but more malicious and telling now that he was not only God of Lies, but now the whispered God of Evil. She had not had the luxury of speaking to him and thus here she was. She would seek him, come to him on his own terms, in a place he was comfortable in. She just hoped the effort didn't go unnoticed by him. She hadn't come to intrude, but wanted to prove how much she wished to speak to him. She had told no one in the castle where she had gone, just for a ride in Asgard.
She pulled back her hood and tucked one side of her bronze hair behind her ear. But let them know she had sought her exiled son. Exiled by the people, but not in law or name. She hugged herself and with a soft inhale she moved forward her way lit by the torches. The lack of dust and the light told her she had correctly surmised her son's dwellings. She comforted that he was back in Asgard at the least and taking up his old home. She made her way to the grand hall, figuring that would be as good as any place to start in searching the place for her son. There was the possibility he was away, but it was a chance she was willing to take. And she could wait.
She came to the door and with just a moment's hesitation, she too entered them, eyes searching the room.
“Loki, are you here?” She called as she came in.