FRIGGA

The queen smiled with fondness as her two young sons debated whether some stories held any truth, just as they did with every story she regaled them with.

Truth be told, she was quite fond of the art of storytelling. It was one of the skills she prided herself on having.

Growing up on Vanaheim she had known storytelling to be greatly praised. She had been wary, upon becoming a princess to Asgard after her engagement to their Prince Odin, but had been both pleased and relieved to find her gift of storytelling was much favored in her new home as well. It wasn't until after their betrothal ceremony, their wedding, when she was crowned queen that she had decided to officially have time set aside to just tell stories and tales to the young children of Asgard.

Tonight however, it was just her two sons with which she shared this gift. This was a story she knew Odin would be displeased with should she share it with non-royal Asgardians. He would also object to her telling it to Loki, for the same reason though he would scoff and object should she say so.

For Loki was not their own by blood, he was Jotun. The royal son of Laufey if she was to believe her husband, which she did. The Allfather claimed to have found him helpless and abandoned after the bloody battle, and had decided him innocent and kept him, bringing him home to Frigga.

She had known the moment she laid eyes on him that he was her child, and she loved him just as she did Thor.

It angered her that Odin would not allow her to tell Loki of his blood parentage, his lineage. She knew he would be angry when it inevitably surfaced as he aged, and that if told young he would be less likely to hold it against them. Really, she did not want Odin's arrogance and selfishness to be held against herself. She knew, that if Loki were to question her, that she would answer him truthfully no matter what her husband said.

She used her words wisely, imbuing them with magic and recapturing her son's attention to the tale she was beginning now, the magic flowing through her with ease. Shapes sparkled and danced in front of them as they disappeared almost as quickly as the appeared. Her sons were entranced, and she knew this was a skill she hoped to pass to Loki. Not only was he far more adept at magic than Thor, but he had more interest in the knowledge of the stories and the magic which she used.

She smiled as she the boys watched the magic unfold, their reactions to the story adorable and priceless.

Tonight, she began telling them of the Infinity Sisters. It was a tale that was often forgotten or written off as being no more than a silly story made for the enjoyment of children. But Queen Frigga knew the truth of it all, and wanted her sons to know it as well.