7 Interlude Frigga
Frigga was dreaming.
The medicine had helped her well for her nightmares.
Suddenly Frigga became conscious in her dream. She felt someone unconsciously calling on magic. Someone innocent. Someone feared. Someone who is dying. Someone quiet enough that no magic user would hear them. Frigga did this because of the silence of sleep and the soothing effect of the apples. However, she wouldn't be able to do it under normal circumstances either.
It's usually dangerous to enter someone's head. While controlling thoughts, feelings, creating illusions is relatively safe for the victim, of course Frigga didn't think it was good. And it could also be used to do evil. Illusions could cause madness. And mind control could be used to torture victims. If the magic user was in their heads all the time, and on top of that changed their personalities! That's real torture. However, mind control and illusions basically did no harm. Unless the witch or sorcerer wanted it to.
However, entering directly into another soul. Very risky. There were many unpleasant consequences to this However, this soul needed her help. Frigga concentrated. Slowly, she reached out with magic all the way beyond the reach of Yggdrasil. Xandar. She was getting closer and closer. And it was a familiar aura.
Her grandson!
Frigga hurried away. Her grandson was dying!
Frigga was angry with herself for not making a ball for him like she had made for Loki and Thor when they were children. If Peter had had the ball nothing would have happened to him. And he was dying!
Frigga might have been the weakest in the royal family. She might have been only Vanir blood. Yet it was she who guarded Odin in every Odinsleep. It was she who cared for him so that he did not lose himself in himself. She made sure that his body's energy was normal. She was the only one who did that. Odin had no confidence in anyone else. Now her magic had to save her grandson.
With great care, she entered Peter's mind. To save him.
The landscape of his mind was dark. Darkness everywhere. Frigga heard crying from far away. Her grandson was crying.
His body was dying.
Frigga immediately poured her magic into him. Slowly and carefully. She filled his body with life-giving breath. It was a modified version of Odinsleep. Her grandson would be safe now. He will not die. He will just sleep. Until Eir helped him. Then her grandson spotted her.
Her astral body still had the dress she wore in her sleep and her braid.
Peter cried and was terrified at the sight of her. Though his eyes said he wanted Frigga not to hurt him. Only to comfort him. However, he was afraid to trust her. He was like a wild tiny creature that had just escaped from the hunters and was afraid to trust because of what he had been through. Frigga approached slowly and quietly. Peter backed away from her.
"Who are you?" he asked. His voice was broken by crying. He rubbed his eyes and seemed to want to be brave. Like all boys do. Frigga had raised two sons and she knew it.
"I am Frigga, Goddess of Marriage. Queen of Asgard. You have met my children Loki and Sylvie," Frigga said, smiling gently at him. Peter looked at her. He hesitated at first, but moved closer to her. He stared at her hands, her eyes and her braid.
"You are very pretty, Your Royal Highness or Your Grace? Or I don't know what title to say..." mumbled the boy charmingly.
"Maybe I'm just a mother. I have three children. Titles aren't important," replied Frigga. Something she said made the boy stop hesitating.
"Loki's mum" Peter clung to her. This poor child, he was clearly in dire need of affection.
Frigga took him in her arms. Her boys were already too big for that. So was Sylvie. It was nice to have a grandchild. And still he was so cute. Just like Loki as a child. Thor was always more of a confident child than a cute one. And Sylvie was already a big girl. Frigga regretted that she had never been able to raise her from childhood. Frigga thought about all the toys she had in her dimensional pockets from Thor and Loki's childhood. They would be great to use. Frigga had taken great care of them. They were like new. Of course, you could always order a new series of toys for her grandson. After all, he is the Third Prince of Asgard. Even though he was not her son but her grandson he had that title similar to her two sons. But now it was not important to consider Peter's place in the hierarchy of the royal family. Someone had hurt her grandson. He had pushed him to the brink of life and death.
"Darling, who hurt you?" asked Frigga, gently stroking Peter's head.
"I only wanted to help! That green lady and Mrs. Nebula were hurt! And she hit me. I'm in pain. I'm scared. I don't want to be in space anymore. I want to go home," he said through tears.
"Of course, honey I understand. You know, my husband, your grandfather always tells me that I have too good a heart. That I think too much like a mother. That the galaxy is a sinister place. I think you must be like me." Frigga kissed Peter on the cheek. Yes, she think they were alike in that.
"Grandfather?" quipped Peter.
"Of course. I am your grandmother and my husband is your grandfather" replied Frigga. 'After he convinces Odin, of course. But a child should not know about Odin's politics and attitude towards the Midgardians, especially in the current situation.
"Yes I have heard that I am a member of the royal family. And I was given this golden card with which to pay for everything, but then Mrs Nebula hit me! And before that she looked like Hydra" said Peter. Hydra. Could it be that they were still fighting that creature on Midgard? Frigga had no idea. She gently stroked her grandson. She hoped Sylvie had taken care of the women. From what Frigga had seen, Sylvie was a great fighter. And Frigga was smart enough to know that Sylvie wouldn't let go of hurting Peter. Loki wouldn't do it either.Frigga held her grandson up with one hand while she created fireworks with the other. Loki had always liked that.
"Mr. Loki used to do that for me," Peter said quietly.
"Why do you call my son, mister?" Frigga quipped.
"Because that's the polite thing to do. As long as he won't let me call him anything else then that's what you have to call him" said Peter.
"You don't have to wait for that. You are a member of the family" replied Frigga.
"I am not. I am not suitable. I..." Peter said.
In this little boy Frigga saw herself. She too had struggled with becoming Queen after a humble life. But in no way did she want to accustom Peter to the luxury of being a member of the royal family by her husband's method. Odin had many qualities. However gentleness was not one of them. And this boy needed gentleness.
Frigga gently created another illusion of calm water. Of singing birds. Anything to soothe Peter.
"I never had a grandmother or grandfather. I don't remember them. I had parents and an uncle and an aunt. But they're all dead. I almost died in battle then too. And now I'm dying too. Maybe it should be like this. I'll go to my family," Peter said.
"Don't say that, dear. I have only known you a short time, and I would be heartbroken if you went to Valhalla so early. So would my children" Frigga replied. Peter said nothing.
Frigga continued to comfort her grandson. Being here, so deep inside him was dangerous. And yet Frigga had to be here for now.
He needed her.