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Title: What She Wanted
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Thor
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Pairing: Implied past!Odin/Laufey
Warnings: Evil!Frigga
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: After a thousand years, Frigga has what she always wanted, and her victory is sweet.
AN: Written for a prompt asking for evil!Frigga on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
norsekink. Prompt can be found here.
She is putting up her hair when she sees him behind her, watching her in the mirror. He is grieving; she sees it in every line of his body. But he is also angry.
“Was this what you wanted?” he asks. He does not shout, but it’s all the worse for that. Usually Odin’s wrath is a loud, obnoxious thing like their son’s. Now, though, he sounds like her.
“Loki is dead,” he tells her. His breath hitches. “Dead by his own hand, because he believed he was not loved here. Was this what you wanted, Frigga, when you told him that?”
She raises another pin and secures another braid in place and tries not to smile. It would look petty of her, to rejoice in the death of her husband’s foul bastard. The child that monster bore for him. It only pains her that Thor will grieve for the creature Loki – her son was always too kind-hearted. Not like the little Jotun brat that Odin brought back with him; the cuckoo in her nest.
She should not rejoice, and yet she cannot bring herself to lie. Too sweet is her victory – not just Loki has fallen, but Laufey too. How strange it had been to see him – her, it – lying on the floor of her husband’s chamber, felled by their own brat. His blood had slicked the tile with black ice. It had stained her slippers, but had been worth it.
No one treated her in such a manner. No one betrayed Frigga, Queen of Asgard, and came away unpunished. Not even her own husband. Not even after a thousand years.
Odin still awaits his answer. She stares back at him and cannot help the smile anymore. It’s too sweet, too perfect.
“Yes,” she says.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Thor
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Pairing: Implied past!Odin/Laufey
Warnings: Evil!Frigga
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: After a thousand years, Frigga has what she always wanted, and her victory is sweet.
AN: Written for a prompt asking for evil!Frigga on
norsekink. Prompt can be found here.She is putting up her hair when she sees him behind her, watching her in the mirror. He is grieving; she sees it in every line of his body. But he is also angry.
“Was this what you wanted?” he asks. He does not shout, but it’s all the worse for that. Usually Odin’s wrath is a loud, obnoxious thing like their son’s. Now, though, he sounds like her.
“Loki is dead,” he tells her. His breath hitches. “Dead by his own hand, because he believed he was not loved here. Was this what you wanted, Frigga, when you told him that?”
She raises another pin and secures another braid in place and tries not to smile. It would look petty of her, to rejoice in the death of her husband’s foul bastard. The child that monster bore for him. It only pains her that Thor will grieve for the creature Loki – her son was always too kind-hearted. Not like the little Jotun brat that Odin brought back with him; the cuckoo in her nest.
She should not rejoice, and yet she cannot bring herself to lie. Too sweet is her victory – not just Loki has fallen, but Laufey too. How strange it had been to see him – her, it – lying on the floor of her husband’s chamber, felled by their own brat. His blood had slicked the tile with black ice. It had stained her slippers, but had been worth it.
No one treated her in such a manner. No one betrayed Frigga, Queen of Asgard, and came away unpunished. Not even her own husband. Not even after a thousand years.
Odin still awaits his answer. She stares back at him and cannot help the smile anymore. It’s too sweet, too perfect.
“Yes,” she says.
