whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

Christine has set a basic warming charm on her cloak because she is feeling the chill a lot.

Not fair that you don't get cold.

When he comes to her she immediately curls against him for both comfort and warmth.

Do you want to have grown up a Jotunn and not knowing it for a millenia? There's amusement in his mental voice, masking the pain. She's welcome to curl as close as she needs. At least as much as she wants, considering all of them are wearing armor. He's in his more 'classic' look, minus the horns.

"Rest Sweetling. The Norns answer to no one but themselves." Nuzzling her hair, with a soft kiss on her forehead. "Not our most comfortable bed, but we'll manage."

I'm just cold. and likely exhausted. It had been hours of trekking through an endless forest.

"Goodnight." She wraps an arm around him. It's not especially comfortable, and in armor especially. But Christine is tired.

love you. it comes softly to his mind as she dozes off.

Sleep, Sweetling. I'll keep you safe. It wasn't easy, but he wrapped himself around her as much as he could. Attempting to help keep her warm.

It seemed like Christine was asleep for hours, before she was waking up. Except that in the clearing there was no sign of Thor or Loki. Instead there was a cloaked figure tending the fire, and it was full dark with stars in the sky.

She sits up to look around. There is no sign of Thor or Loki.

"Loki?" She calls out, she notices the figure and immediately tries to summon her dagger.

Something feels off about this clearing, about the stars. It's something her mind is trying to grasp but it's just out of reach.

"Hello?"

"Hail to you, Dr. Christine Palmer. We have no met, but I know you well." The figure reached up to pull back the hood of her cloak. Long hair was braided and piled in a crown atop her head with a long tail. There was something otherworldly about her.

Christine doesn't feel threatened, which is reassuring.

"How do you know me?" There is something familar about the woman, and Christine feels like she should recognize her.

"I keep an eye on those my sons keep company with, and I now see much more than Heimdall ever could." Frigga replied with a smile. Settling herself more comfortably. "This is one of the few places we can speak, as this is a very wyrd place. Though when you wake, you won't remember our conversation."

Christine's eyes grow wide with realization.

"You're Frigga." Christine is amazed that she actually gets any chance at all to meet the mother Loki speaks so fondly of.

"This place, it's magic is strange. I'm still new to magic, but it's unlike any I've felt before."

"It is wyrd, and old. Older than the nine-realms, where the Well sits at its roots. From here is where the Norns weave the life-paths of every being." Frigga confirmed. "You've had strong desires, and that is at least partly why I am here." Suddenly they were looking at the real-scene. There was the fire, Thor asleep on one side curled in his cloak, and Loki curled with Christine trying to keep her as warm as he could.

"Because I wanted to meet you?"

There's a fond smile on Christine's lips when she looks at the scene before her.

"He's very protective." True enough, Loki has wrapped himself around Christine's sleeping form.

"One of the reasons. Like you, neither of them will remember upon waking." Frigga moved to crouch by Thor, and stroke his hair fondly. "They have been through much, though Odin and I tried to spare them." Thor didn't stir, but something in him seemed to relax with the dream-touch.

"I don't know how long we'll have, Dr. Palmer." Frigga said, moving to where Loki was curled around her. Brushing his hair back too, and resting her hand on his shoulder. "He's never known love like you give to him. Certainly not in a way he's been able to return."

If the brothers get to see their mom as well, Christine thinks that is worth this trip entirely.

"Why won't we remember?" She is moved seeing Frigga with her sons.

"He hides it well, but he can be so incredibly sweet. I really do love him."

"It is the way of things, and necessary. Some borders should not be crossed." Frigga said sadly, before she moved away from her sons to come closer to Christine. "He's very perceptive of others, just not of himself. We tried to spare him, to help him not feel different. I tried to help his gifts shine. We failed." It's said simply, but with clear regret.

"I am glad they are mending their bonds though."

"He does shine." Christine reaches out a hand, unsure if she can touch Frigga's arm or not.

"They make a good team when they choose to. I still feel so weak around them, so human."

She can, and Frigga places her own hand over Chrstine's. "Your strength is not the same as theirs, and that is as it should be. But never doubt you have your own strength, Dr. Palmer." Frigga said, firm in her tone.

"What is coming is a great battle. He will want you nowhere near it, but knows you must be. That is how things will happen in this universe. It is the weave. It will be taxing on you, but you are strong."

Christine nods.

"It is intimidating, knowing only that something is coming without knowing the best way to prepare. Do you know how to get through the magic here?"

"You wait, though the waiting will seem long and not long." Frigga said. "There is no best way to prepare, for there are many paths this battle may take. It is ever in motion, as Skuld weaves it even now." She squeezed Christine's hand. "He is a talented liar, especially to himself--but emotions can not lie, and you know this better than anyone, Christine. Thank you."

Christine gives Frigga a soft smile.

"I will do everything I can to take care of him, I promise you that."

In front of them, Christine's body nuzzles a bit more against Loki.

"He can not see it yet, nor admit it to himself--but he is yours too. For however long you shall live." Frigga smiles enigmatically. "Your human myths are clever, and sometimes saw the future, or made wholecloth out of mere threads."

Christine's cheeks turn pink, she has felt that hint of love from Loki on a few occasions.

"Humans are occasionally clever. We have such a variety of myths."

"You do." Frigga agreed, smiling. "You have one last question you may ask before our time is up."

Well, that's a lot of pressure and she's not sure what to ask.

"I don't know what to ask." She laughs, "I expected to have a million questions for you, but in the end I just want your approval."

That made Frigga laugh, and she pet Christine's hand. "Child, you no more need my approval than Loki need prove himself worthy. Those are the wrong framework for what you ask. But." And here Frigga tilted her head, and produced fireworks in her upturned palm. "You would know if you did not have it."

"Thank you. I'm glad I got to meet you, even if I won't get to remember it."

Those fireworks make Christine smile, they are just the same as Loki's and it ties the pair together in the most beautiful of ways.

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