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Author's Note [AN]: This is a yuri/femslash/lesbian romance, so, if you don't think it's your thing, please, just leave. If you, by any chance, believe it to be morally wrong or any of that stuff, do find yourself some therapy, and maybe upgrade your intelligence just a little - I assure you it won't hurt.

Also, be aware that this story is character driven, and won't have much flashy action like the Avenger's movies love to display...at least not all the time. And, my dears, do read my Trigger Warnings, okay?

Trigger Warnings [TG]: Mentions of child abuse; parental neglect, depression, suicidal thoughts and self-depreciation. Violence, mention of drugs and some explicit descriptions of slightly gory scenes.

I guess that's all for now, my dearies. I'm Zvezda, and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

Good read!

Prologue

"The price of your greed is your son and your daughter."

Grandson - Blood Water

There was a great fuss in the queen's chambers. Even though it's inhabitants were limited to three, their anxiety alone was enough to impregnate the air with an uneasiness far tremendous than any driven by the bloody battle cry of a warrior.

The event that reunited them all was much brighter than battles and wars could ever dream to be, though. It was the birth of the most expected birth that would be staged inside Asgard's walls. It was the birth of the royal couple's firstborn; a true historical moment for all Asgardians.

The queen and the king had discussed about the birth ceremony's details for long months, but, in the end, it seemed their baby decided it was time to say hi a little earlier, and so everything had to be changed; everything had to be done with utmost speed and the greatest of delicacy, less anything might go wrong, and that was not acceptable.

'T was a dream come true for the queen, though, and no amount of unforeseen circumstances could rip the smile out of her face, much less the pain that spread from every contraction she felt. She was riding the higher of clouds, and she was sure no valkyrie could pull her down.

Oh, there was so much she would need to do! So much she would need to learn! She had no idea how to be a mother, not to mention how to raise an infant child! Would she be able to feed her baby right? What if her milk grew dry? What if her baby slipped from her arms? Oh, what would she do if someone ever hurt her child!?

But, looking at the soft face her husband made as he leaned over her bed, she knew it would be alright. She knew that, with them both there as guides, their firstborn would be cherished, loved and protected like no other son or daughter in all realms could dream to be.

He wore an eyepatch ever since he came back from his last journey. It was a mark that would forever remind her of his ultimate sacrifice. A sacrifice he made for the sake of her one selfish wish: to be a mother, like she always dreamed. It was a sacrifice he made for the both of them, and for the future of Asgard as well.

"I promise you, Frigga, my love, I'll find a way" he had told her so many moons ago, while she cried to sleep in his arms. "I'll find a way for your dream to come true..."

She never doubted his words, but, at the time, she didn't thought that it was possible. Honestly, she still knew not how it could be. But she was so, so happy, that she couldn't bring herself to care. There was no reason to second guess her husband's gift. It was the most sacred and beautiful thing anyone had ever presented her with, and there was no doubt she would cherish the memory until her last breath.

She heard the midwife's voice telling her how to breathe, and, for a moment, she was annoyed that her moment was broken by something so trivial. Did the old lady really thought she didn't knew how to? Or did she believed her not to be strong enough to bear the pain?

Of course it hurt, and of course her breathing wasn't as regular and lady-like as she'd like it to be. But never would such an undesired body reaction overshadow the light her gift was about to shine.

Twelve lifetimes could never prepare her for the torrent of emotions that raced her all at once when she heard it for the first time: her baby's cry. And when she held the bundle of joy in her arms...she'd never be able to describe how she felt.

It was a perfect mixture of innocent joy and utter disbelief. An addicting feeling so strong and at the same so gentle that it could've been but a caress to her heart...Whatever it was, though, she hoped it wouldn't go away.

Her baby was such a beautiful little girl, too! She wanted to hold her forever and never let go! But she was just so cute and soft and tiny, that she couldn't risk it, anyway. She knew Odin wanted their firstborn to be a boy - to father a son. But, somehow, she knew only good things awaited them ahead. She had no doubt that her husband would love their daughter just the same.

So happy was Frigga, that, when she looked at Odin's smile, she never noticed the bloody tear that snaked down from beneath his eyepatch. The midwife had long left the couple alone, and so he was also the only one who noticed the glim of pure joy in their daughter's eyes as they savoured it's path down the floor...

DOWN WITH THE FALLEN