Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

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[whose_son_am_i]

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."

[drpalmer]

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?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"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."

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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."

[drpalmer]

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."

[whose_son_am_i]

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

[drpalmer]

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."

[whose_son_am_i]

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."

[drpalmer]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"You'll remember the important bits, as will they. Luck and good journey to you, Dr. Palmer." Frigga faded from sight, and soon Christine was left alone. TO wake when it was time to do so.

Specifics would not be remembered, but the feelings and deeper truths remained--as dreams that were often more than dreams were like to do.

[drpalmer]

Christine found herself alone, looking over her sleeping form. It wasn't such a strange experience when one already mastered the use of the astral plane.

She lets herself sink back into her body and into a warm embrace. She wakes as the sun rises, she knows she had a dream, but the memory of it is just out of reach.

[whose_son_am_i]

It is only ever sunrise or twilight, in the dark forest that leads to Urðarbrunnr. The fire is starting to die; Thor is stirring but tangled in his cloak for warmth. Loki is still wrapped around Christine, with her closer to the fire than he, for warmth. He's stirring too.

What had been a clearing was still a clearing, and the river roared loudly nearby. But they were no longer alone, for three cloaked figures stood with them. "Welcome, sons of Odin and Layfey, daughter of Midgard."

[drpalmer]

The voices are unexpected and Christine sits up with a gasp.

They are not alone, and whoever is there knows who they are.

[whose_son_am_i]

Easy, Sweetling Loki's voice is calm, though she can feel him tense. Ready and waiting, as Thor nearby rolls to his feet in a crouch. "Who speaks our name?" Thor said quietly.

"Weavers, Son of Odin. Weavers of the paths of men and gods alike."

"The Norns." Loki murmured, though he did not relax, and his tone was quiet for Christine only. "We were told to seek you out, honored ones."

It was odd, as they spoke as one but it was three voices. "So you were, Son of Laufey-and-Odin both."

[drpalmer]

It's Loki's voice in her mind that keeps her calm, even as she grabs one of his hands to stay close.

So these were who they came to see, the voices were creepy. But they seem like they've been expecting the trio.

[whose_son_am_i]

"As you know, a great battle is coming. As it as come before across countless weavings. We seek you, as you sought us, so that we might send you where you need to go, to do the most good."

"You speak in riddles, honored ones." Thor said politely. "Is not here where we need to be?"

"Nay, Son of Odin. Here is where journeys converge and divide so that they might converge again. You would be a king, and must be worthy of it--so to Nidavellir you go. You, God of Thunder, must break the storm that is coming." The three raised there hands, and swept them out in a gesture, as Thor was getting to his feet--and he vanished in a flash of magic.

"Wait...!" Loki had a dagger in his hand even though it was a foolish idea, already moving slightly in front of Christine.

[drpalmer]

Christine grabs Loki's arm to keep him steady. With the power these creatures just displayed, there was no chance in a fight against them.

"So you sent Thor to where he was needed. What of us?"

Christine is only hopeful that her and Loki won't be separated as well.

[whose_son_am_i]

"You go to find the Breadth of Grace and his birthright. Your threads are twined and woven together by your own actions."

"That sounds great and all, but how are we getting..." Loki started, as the three where raising their arms again, to sweep them out in a gesture. "...back."

"Welcome to Niflheim, Trickster and Healer. You'll find your way." Echoed in their minds. At least they'd been kind enough to leave Christine in a warm coat and a fur cloak.

Already Loki's skin was starting to turn blue.

[drpalmer]

"Shit." It's muttered somewhere in their magical transit.

Christine feels the cold and wraps the fur around her tighter. She watches in fascination as Loki's skin changes.

"I guess we're on our own now."

[whose_son_am_i]

"...my birthright should be in Jotunheim, and yet we're here." Loki murmured, very not happy. Trust the Norns to speak in riddles.

"Alright, so, do you know anything about Niflheim, Sweetling? We can walk and talk, and probably should keep moving." Worry was being projected unconsciously along their link.

[drpalmer]

"I know nothing about this place." She keeps herself bundled up and walks with him.

She feels that worry and it concerns her. He doesn't often worry.

[whose_son_am_i]

It's worry for her; if he's reverting to how he looks as a frost-giant (which he is), then it is colder than cold. "Niflheim is one of the oldest realms, along with Muspelheim, the realm of fire. It's primordial cold, mist, ice...and when combined with Muspelheim's fire it forms water from which Midgard is created. A part of it is also where the dead who do not go to Valhalla fall, and where Father imprisoned Hela. We'd know if we were in that part, I think."

[drpalmer]

She adds a warming spell to her cloak to keep away the frigid temperatures.

"It's an ice world used as a prision. That is an encouraging place to be stuck. Any idea why they would have sent us here?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"To find whatever the Breadth of Grace is, and some birthright of mine--from what they said." Loki reached up and ran a hand through his hair, nervously. "We need a guide, I think...I'm just not sure how we find one."