Chapter 13
For Want of a Nail, the Kingdom was Lost
Tucked away in his study, Odin told the knocking at his door to leave him be. If he had known Frigga was on the other side, he may have schooled his tone and avoided seeing the frown on her face as she pushed into the room anyway.
"Njörd left an hour ago," she said, clasping her hands together and moving to sit beside her slouched over husband. "Why are you still sulking in here?"
"I do not sulk," Odin said indignantly, causing a small smile to tug at Frigga's mouth. "I was thinking."
"Of?" she said, shifting her skirts and leaning forward to take his hand in her own. "He held his chin high leaving this room, you know."
"I bet he did," Odin muttered, squeezing her hand for a second. "He says the Mages have gone silent for a week now and wanted me to send soldiers to investigate."
"Are his feeling unwell?" Frigga asked, earning a small smile from Odin.
"Unwell as in frightened," Odin said. "He was complaining that his soldiers are under enough pressure from the constant Mare attacks, so I said I would send a small fleet, and he argued that regular soldiers wouldn't do. Said that I was leaving Vanaheim in the dust to be eaten by Mares and demanded I send my best warriors."
"And?" Frigga asked.
"I told him I would send Thor and his friends,"Odin said. Frigga's face twisted in displeasure, but she said nothing. "He requested someone else to go with them."
Frigga raised her eyebrows.
"Jania's daughter."
Frigga sat back in her chair slowly, eyebrows raising in disbelief. There was something sardonic in her voice as she said, "Is that so?"
"Indeed, it is," Odin said. "He seemed very earnest to speak with her."
Frigga nodded slowly. "And when are they leaving?"
"Tomorrow, at dawn," Odin said.
"Then I shall be joining them," Frigga said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Odin's brow furrowed regardless.
"What? Why?" he asked, noticing her clenched jaw and steely expression. "Have you spoken with her?"
"More than that," Frigga said. "She let me see a memory of hers. The memory of when she met Njörd and Skandi, and when she used magic for the first time. In front of Njörd."
It was Odin's turn to narrow his eyes. Frigga had long since told him of Dallea's Gúl -o hosts dilemma. "And what does that lead you to believe?"
"That if she had magic going into Vanaheim but had none leaving it, it must still be there," Frigga said. "I want to know why they covered her face, Odin. Why they called her Rekkr and why I saw a Mage within Dallea's blackest memory."
Odin said nothing. His face was blank, now, and his eyes were cast downward. Frigga hesitated before speaking again, her voice soft.
"You were right," she said. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Njörd took credit for killing Gangnrad, but it wasn't Freyr. It was Dallea, Odin. Dallea killed Gangnrad."
When Odin raised his head and met Frigga's gaze, his eyes were glassy. She nodded and lifted the corners of her lips.
Odin's expression melted in stages; first his shoulders slackened. Then his mouth twisted into a bittersweet smile, despite the slight tremble of his lower lip. His eyes filled with grief that ran so deep it made Frigga's chest ache. She laced her fingers with his more firmly, grounding him to reality.
"Good," he whispered, and despite the pain on his face, he sounded relieved. Yggdrasil truly did have a strange sense of humour, and this was no exception. "Good."
Panicked knocking on the door shattered the scene. Odin grunted loudly, turning away to compose himself as Frigga sighed.
"Yes?" she called, looking at Odin to ensure he was ready to be seen. He gave a stiff nod. "Come in."
The guard was wide-eyed and breathless, too frightened to compute the annoyance on the King and Queen's faces. "Your majesties, there was a disturbance in the southwest. We sent a party to investigate and only one returned."
Frigga stood up, alarmed, as Odin picked up his staff from where it had been resting against a nearby bookshelf.
"He says it was Mares, Sire," the warrior said, swallowing thickly before continuing. "A group of Mares."
"How many?" Odin demanded.
"Three or four, it was apparently hard to see," the warrior said. "He seemed paralyzed, Sire. We send him to the Medical Ward so they could help him. He was hysterical, but we managed to understand that much."
Odin glanced at his wife. They exchanged a look before Odin stalked toward the doorway, his voice booming and clear amongst the late afternoon lull of servants in the hallway. They stopped chattering to watch their King stride purposefully toward the War Room, his wife and the guard in tow.
"Find the Warriors Three and send them to me," he said. "And I want you to gather our troops in the ballroom. I will be there in an hour to address them, but in the meantime." He stopped walking, turning to the soldier who stood straight under the King's leery gaze. "Do not panic. Do not ring any alarm bells, and if you can, keep this incident as far away from my sons as you can. We need to keep this incident contained. Do you understand?"
The warrior nodded furiously, then darted off in the direction of the arena, where the Warriors Three spent most of their day. Odin pushed open the door to the War Room and held it open for his wife. The click of the door shutting behind them had an air of finality to it.
Thor let out a loud growl, swinging Mjolnir to and fro as he made his way to the window in the armoury for the hundredth time. "I'm going to crush all of them one by one, making them…"
"Oh, give it a rest already!" Sif exclaimed, pulling a face from where she was lying down on a nearby bench. "We're all just as annoyed as you are!"
On the contrary, Loki seemed perfectly calm sharpening his dagger. Dallea, sitting on the ground beside Sif so Loki would keep his distance, was re-braiding her hair, her mind a million miles away. Anything to distract her from the anxiety writhing in her stomach. It was dawn and the Warriors Three and their armour were no where to be found. This gave the rest of them no choice but to wait for them to make an appearance.
Thor opened his mouth to hurl profanities, but clamped it shut when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He stalked toward the doorway where they were coming from, puffing out his chest.
"I'm going to tear you all limb from limb, you bunch of …" Thor's anger gave way to confusion, then embarrassment, as Frigga pushed open the door ad took in the sight of her son advancing on her threateningly. She stopped short, giving him a look so pointed that he took a step back.
After Thor was done mumbling a half-assed apology under his breath, Frigga fully entered the room, with Hlín in tow. Dallea froze, her heart skipping a beat. The room became profoundly small as she glanced from Loki to Hlín, watching them size each other up. Hlín stuck up her nose and Loki sat up straight, sending her a glare so venomous that Dallea shrunk away for her.
"Good morning," Frigga said, ignoring Hlín and Loki's stare down to nod at Sif and Dallea. "Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg are with Odin for the day, unfortunately, so me and Hlín will be going to Vanaheim instead."
"Really?" Thor asked, his tone as level as Dallea had ever heard it. "You're coming with us?"
"Yes," Frigga said, then cocked her head to the side and squinted at the floor. "Well, not necessarily. I will be going to Vanaheim, but I have to speak with Queen Skandi. Hlín will be going with you to see the Mages."
"Norns," Sif muttered, looking at Hlín, then Loki, then finally nudging Dallea. "This is going to be terrible."
Dallea didn't need to be told. The trip from the armoury to the stables was a long one.
Once they were on the horses and Dallea couldn't hide behind Sif, Dallea accidentally stared at Loki for too long and met his eye. He made a move to guide his horse closer to hers, but thankfully, it was at that moment that Frigga dropped back to speak with her.
Dallea was so frazzled, she almost missed the intensity in Frigga's eye . "I don't want you speaking to Njörd or Skandi."
"Wha- Pardon?" Dallea asked. The nervousness in her mind started to dissipate, but only just . "Why?"
Frigga gave her a look, but Dallea still didn't understand. They rode side by side in silence for a few moments before Frigga tried again.
"Because you need to be focused," Frigga lied. "Don't think about Skandi or Njörd. Just lead them to the Mages and if you feel uncomfortable, let Hlín know."
Dallea whipped her head around to look at Frigga so quickly she almost pulled a muscle. "Is that why she's here? To babysit me?"
"It's not babysitting and you know that," Frigga said curtly, tugging at her reins. "I just thought you might appreciate having someone to look out for you."
She didn't go on, but she didn't have to. Dallea knew that Frigga had seen the Marked Mage in her mind that day, and although embarrassed tears pricked at her eyes, deep down she was grateful. The thought of revisiting the Mages weighed heavily on her and under different circumstances, she would have been thanking Frigga a hundred times over for her kindness. But for Yggdrasil's sake, did it have to be Hlín? The one who didn't even seem to want to be around her? The one who no one seemed to like, especially not Loki?
Almost too soon, the Bifrost dropped them off in the courtyard of the castle of Vanaheim.
Dallea was suddenly on high alert. Her ears twitched, tucked into her hair and hopefully out of sight. Her fingertips buzzed as she took a deep breath of the air, drinking in the smell of the forest. She felt as if she was looking at the castle with brand new eyes. So, when her gaze landed on the sight of Njörd and Skandi leisurely approaching her and the group of Asgardians, instead of smiling or feeling at home, she tensed.
Skandi was blatantly staring at her. Dallea's mouth was dry. Her hand found its way to the hilt of her sword. Every step Skandi took to close the distance between them caused Dallea's chest to constrict a fraction more, but she couldn't look away.
She felt trapped. Cornered. Until Frigga stepped in front of her, blocking her from view.
To the others, Frigga was just stepping forward to address the royals. Only Dallea saw and felt Frigga's hand brush against her knuckles. A silent command for Dallea to take a step back, and so she did. Free from Skandi's probing eyes, Dallea took a steadying breath and browsed the courtyard, thankful that there was no one around to recognize her.
Frigga's tone was light and inconspicuous as she greeted the Vanir Royals. Dallea refused to pay attention, so she turned, making sure that no one would creep up behind her, and caught Loki's attention in the process. He looked confused at her intensity.
She offered him a closed lip smile, then nodded, but internally smacked herself upside the head. Was she insane? No one was going to grab her from behind. Thankfully, Frigga stood tall between her and Skandi, so when Dallea faced forward again, she pretended to be calm while cowering.
Njörd, after Frigga explained the reason for her attendance, pointed to two soldiers that were milling around the front gate.
"They have been told to guide your party as far as the North Forest. Beyond there is where the Mages will be, but no one knows exactly where they…"
"I don't think that's necessary, thank you," Frigga said. "My apologies, but I doubt that only two soldiers will provide anything terribly useful if they tag along. Besides, your men need to rest, no?"
"Yes, but, how are your warriors to know where the North Forest is?" Njörd asked, genuinely confused.
"Dallea has been there before, she'll lead the way," Frigga said simply. "That's the plan."
"She… she's going with them?" Skandi asked, shuffling to the side to try and attract Dallea's downward gaze from around Frigga.
"Yes, of course," Frigga said, an almost undetectable amount of coldness in her voice. "When you requested she came, that is the reason why, right? Because she knows the way?"
"Of course," Njörd said. As any good politician would, Njörd swallowed his displeasure in favour of a smile. "And I thank your sons for their bravery in coming here this day and fighting on our behalf. We are eternally grateful."
"It is our duty," Thor said, stepping forward and speaking for the first time. "We will find the Mages and help them in any way we can, you have my word."
"Good Norns," Sif mumbled, shooting Dallea a glance. Feeling slightly hysterical over the whole situation she was in, Dallea couldn't stifle a giggle fast enough. She clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Thor turned and sent her a glare that made her want to disappear. To make things worse, Hlín, who had been standing beside Thor, gave her a look akin to that of a scolding mother. Dallea shamefully studied the ground. This was going to be a long day.
Unaware, Frigga stepped away from the group and joined Skandi and Njörd so she could greet the small herd of ladies that had been trailing them. Skandi's women were mainly Vanir, but Frigga was surprised to see a few lady Elves amongst the group as well.
"I don't believe I've met these fine women before," Frigga said with a sweet smile, curtseying to the three Elves that huddled close to one another and trembled when Frigga came too close.
"They're my newest," Skandi said proudly.
"Ah," Frigga said, trying to seem indifferent, but there was something in those Elves' faces that made her stomach twist.
"Shall we?" Njörd said, sweeping his arm toward the castle. Frigga allowed herself to be swallowed by the looming palace, wishing she had brought a few of her own women so she wouldn't have to walk through the threshold alone.
Thor and Sif apparently never ran out of things to talk about. From behind her, they argued and made up, then discussed things, then argued again. Njörd had given them horses to ride, but Dallea insisted, once they ventured close enough to the North Forest, that the trees were dense enough that they would make better time on foot. For most of the day Dallea rode ahead of the group, the distance between them becoming wider and wider as Sif and Thor stopped occasionally to underline what they were saying.
Loki had ridden beside her for the first part of the day, and thus Hlín stayed close to Thor, far behind them. Dallea wanted nothing more than to talk to him but couldn't find the words. She didn't know whether to be worried or relieved that he seemed too lost in thought to speak to her. Still, it hurt when he decided to walk beside Thor later in the day instead of with her.
Seeing her opportunity or whatever overcame her, Hlín kept Dallea's pace when they entered the North Forest. Surprisingly, she didn't try to scold her or talk to her at all, really. The minutes slipped by, and curiosity overcame Dallea, as it often did.
"Are you from Vanaheim?" she asked. The others were lagging so far behind that Dallea didn't have to worry about them hearing her even as she spoke at a normal volume.
"No," Hlín responded. Dallea didn't know why she was surprised Hlín answered, but she was. "I'm Aesir."
"How long have you worked with Frigga?" Dallea asked, awkwardly shuffling past a gnarled clump of roots in her way. The path was becoming more and more narrow, but they could still walk side by side without much issue. They were getting close.
"Worked?" Hlín echoed, and for a second, a ghost of a smile graced her lips.
"Um, been with?" Dallea corrected.
"A long time," Hlín said. "You were there when Frigga first took me in."
"Really?" Dallea asked, lifting her brows.
"You wouldn't remember me," Hlín said. "My initiation to be one of Frigga's ladies didn't include playing on the sacred apple tree."
Dallea blushed, a bit disgruntled at Hlín's tone, until she looked up at her face. Hlín was smirking ever so slightly. She was just teasing her.
"Oh, I guess so," Dallea muttered, playing with her fingers when she couldn't find the words to say.
"Let me ask you something," Hlín said after a pause. "Why did you go to Loki after I told you that you won't be able to control your magic?"
Dallea supposed that she could have just ignored the question. She didn't agree to answer it, but something in Hlín's tone rubbed her the wrong way. Like she was the only person Dallea could talk to about it.
"I just went to the library and he happened to be there," Dallea said shortly.
"And you told him everything?"
"Yes." Dallea said, looking at Hlín with a slight blush tinting her cheeks. What was she going to do? Get angry? Talk down to her?
Neither. She simply looked at Dallea blankly. "So, what happened?"
"I … huh?" Dallea said, taken aback. Did she really think they...? "Nothing. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing."
"So why is he skulking around and glaring at you?" Hlín asked. "I know you didn't tell him that I'm looking over you, but I think he would have erupted by now if that was all." Dallea opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Hlín nodded and looked ahead before waiting for her to respond. "Did you walk in on him and Sigyn, then?"
Dallea felt a flicker of anger, but the cold feeling of shock and disappointment snuffed it out instantly. They … were they? She could tell from the look on Sigyn's face that it wasn't out of the question, but he hadn't seemed interested. Or perhaps she wasn't remembering properly…
She raised a hand to her temple, massaging her head. Hlín frowned.
"Sorry," she said. "I know, it gives me headaches too."
"I didn't walk in on them," Dallea said stiffly, glancing behind her, thankful that Loki was hidden behind Thor and Sif. "But I didn't know they were together."
"Oh, they aren't," Hlín said, letting out a humourless laugh at the face Dallea pulled. "That's not what he does. Loki just manipulates the shiniest thing in the room to spend time with him so he doesn't have to suffer in his own presence alone."
Dallea rubbed her forehead. For Yggdrasil's sake, what did he do to Hlín? She spoke of him like his name brought a bad taste to her mouth. Before she could ask, Hlín was talking again.
"Take Sigyn for instance," she said, gesturing at a tree with her hand. Dallea followed the movement even though she knew Sigyn wasn't there. "He tricked her into caring about him even though he never reciprocated the feeling. Now that he found a new shiny object, he doesn't want her anymore. That kills people, Dallea. You aren't the first, and you won't be the last."
Dallea hesitantly looked to Hlín, wondering if her assumption was so far fetched. "Were you … were you an him …?"
Hlín abruptly stopped walking, staring at Dallea so intensely she had to look away. Her eyes flit from tree to tree, anywhere but Hlín's face. She wished she hadn't opened her giant, stupid mouth… wait.
Dallea's tensed shoulders relaxed slightly as she squinted at the nearest tree trunk. There was a swirl carved into the trunk, a landmark from the Mages that she recognized. She spun around, confusion drowning out her roaring anxiety. Peering into the foliage, she saw another swirl. That meant that they were already within the Mages' encampment, in the forested part that they utilized for practicing spells and training.
Hlín's anger faded as Dallea became more and more panicked, spinning around and staring into the forest earnestly. "What it is? What's wrong?"
"We're in the camp," Dallea said, turning around but keeping her attention fixed on the original trunk. "We should have ran into a defense border. There should have been a spell that stopped us from making it this far…"
Hlín pulled out her two daggers, scanning the shadows of the forest the same as Dallea as understanding dawned.
Thor and Sif were closer now, but still far away enough that Dallea had to yell to be heard. "Hey! There's no…"
Before she could finish, a Mare that was bigger than Thor leapt onto the path in between the two groups, snarling and advancing on Dallea and Hlín.
"Don't look in its eyes," Dallea shouted, to not only Hlín, but to Thor, Loki, and Sif on the other side of the creature as well. She unsheathed her sword and stepped in front of Hlín, trying to ignore her fear that made the Mares' mouth water.
"Where is its weak spot?" Hlín asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Right in the middle of its stomach," Dallea whispered as a reply, focusing on the creature's fangs. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her tongue. The pain grounded her before its aura could make her too dizzy to think straight. Time moved at a sluggish pace. The Mare spat and wheezed and dragged itself closer by its arms. Dallea moved to strike when another Mare tumbled out of the brush, close enough for her to smell its rancid body.
Extending an arm to push Hlín, she sheathed her sword and stumbled back. "We have to run!"
"We can't split up!" Hlín argued, jutting her chin toward Loki and the other two, who were fighting off the now constant stream of Mares erupting from the shadows. She had a point. In the seconds it took for the closest Mare to regain its footing, Dallea craned her neck to see that Sif and Loki were dragging Thor off the path and into the trees.
"We already have," Dallea said, looking to Hlín with wide eyes. She nodded once, and Hlín gave in, spinning on her heel and following Dallea further down the path.
Of course, Skandi and Njörd acted like they were ecstatic to have Frigga as a guest, and at points they were so convincing she almost believed them. Yet they exchanged glances when she wasn't looking that ground on her nerves. However, she didn't go all the way there to lecture them as she might have liked; she went to Vanaheim for answers, and answers she would receive, even if she had to sit through another one of Njörd's conquering stories for the chance to speak.
In the past she could have tuned them out, but now that she knew for certain that he took the praise for other people's victories, her patience for them was near obsolete.
Skandi sent Frigga a look that should have caused her to smile knowingly. All that she could muster was a weak grimace.
A servant came into the study, interrupting Njörd and saving Frigga. "The hunters have returned, Sire."
"Excellent," Njörd said with a smile, before dismissing the young boy with a wave of his hand. He turned to Frigga, his smile unwavering. "Are you to join us? It will take an awfully long time, so we would understand if you had to leave…"
"I don't think I will be joining you, no," Frigga said and tried not to roll her eyes at the way Njörd visibly relaxed. "But before I leave, I don't believe I ever received an answer to any of the questions I've asked you today."
Skandi looked at Njörd, but he held Frigga's gaze easily. "My apologies, Your Majesty. I meant no disrespect, I just often get sidetracked…"
"Indeed," Frigga said quickly before he could ramble on again. "But I would like them answered, all the same."
"Sounds fair to me," Njörd said with a hearty laugh. Queen Skandi smiled beautifully. Frigga shifted in her seat.
The questions she had asked before were inconspicuous. How long had Dallea been in Vanaheim before she left? Did she hold the rank of Captain or Colonel? But the day was ending, and Frigga didn't want to play their evasion game anymore.
"Why did you ask Dallea to come to Vanaheim?" she asked
Skandi's smile vanished. Njörd's eye twitched, but he was better at concealing his discomfort.
"You must know, she's a formidable warrior. We thought she could do bigger and better things in Vanaheim," Njörd said, turning to his wife with a nod. "Skandi and her instantly got along, so she became her personal guard, and the rest is history."
Frigga openly watched Skandi squirm in her seat. After a few painstaking heartbeats, Skandi settled her nerves and placed a delicate hand on her husband's shoulder, relaxed and content once more.
"I see," Frigga said. "And that is what you offered her? A bigger, better opportunity?"
"Yes," Njörd said firmly. "She received more privileges than she did in Alfheim, and she got to…"
"Then why did you cover her face?" Frigga asked. A tense silence followed her words.
"It's dangerous for women to be in the army," Njörd said, shaking his head and sounding solemn. If Frigga hadn't known better, he would have sounded woeful. "We wanted her to flourish, but no one would listen to a woman…"
"Really?" Frigga said, her voice deceptively light. "One of Asgard's most respected warriors is a woman."
Njörd was quick to respond. "It just isn't the same. You see, she isn't an Elf. Elves have a certain reputation that …
"That you encourage?" Frigga finished, cocking a brow as he sat back in his seat, flustered.
"No, of course not…"
"Did Dallea know that you would cover her face in public when you asked her to come to Vanaheim?" Frigga asked. The silence that followed answered for her, and it also caused a nagging idea at the back of her mind to blossom. "No. That must have been heartbreaking for her. How did you convince her to do it?"
"We told her how she could be in danger," Njörd said. Frigga's shoulders tensed. She thought back to the Dallea in the memory, the one who ripped off her mask the second she could. They were lying. Everything they were saying to her was probably a lie. "She understood and agreed to cover her face."
Frigga nodded slowly. "One more question."
Njörd mirrored the motion, and twirled his wrist, motioning for her to continue.
"What did you do to her magic?"
"I beg your pardon?" Njörd said, covering his shock with a laugh. Skandi shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be confused. Frigga grit her teeth, and when she spoke again, her voice was loud and commanding.
"I said, what did you do to her magic?"
Njörd's smile faded. He raised his hands, shaking his head so he wouldn't have to look at her, obviously still reeling from her words. "I think you're mistaken, Dallea has never …"
"No, I think you are mistaken," Frigga said, standing from her seat to glower at Njörd and Skandi. "I think that you believe you can lie straight to my face and get away with it."
"Your Majesty, I would never…" Njörd started, rising to his feet as well.
"Enough," Frigga ordered. "I don't want to hear you say another word, do you understand me?"
Njörd nodded and bowed his head, cowed by her rage.
"Good," she said, then turned to Skandi, who was wringing her wrists and looked close to tears. "I want you to bring me something."
Hlín ran into Dallea when she stopped dead in her tracks, narrowly avoiding being crushed by a charging Mare. Luckily, Hlín regained her balance and snatched Dallea's arm, hauling her upright before she fell. Dallea kicked the mare down and gripped Hlín's arm tightly, so they could scramble past the monster together.
They continued onward, Hlín glancing back to see that this Mare had leapt back into the greenery to join the rest. Their animalistic wheezes and grunts blurred together until all that the two of them were certain of was that most of the Mares were behind them.
"Where are we going?" Hlín shrieked. She hadn't let go of Dallea's arm, but she did when another Mare slipped into the path in front of them and gnashed its fangs. This one wasn't disoriented, it was ready to attack. Dallea turned to snatch a dagger out of Hlín's scabbard.
"May I borrow this?" she said, while already charging the creature. It snorted and coiled its limbs, preparing to launch itself forward. When it did, limbs extending and jaw unhinging to swallow Dallea's head in one bite, Dallea dropped to the ground. She held the dagger above her head, slashing it through the Mares pulsing organs as she slid underneath it. Coming out the other side, Dallea hopped to her feet, panting and dirty, to watch the Mare fall dead at Hlín's feet. "We're going straight. I have an idea."
Hlín nodded, not about to start and argument after what she just witnessed.
Is this an odd place to end a chapter for me? Perhaps it is, but I promise I've been writing lots so the next chapter will be done ...soon, hopefully.
NicheNiche - Awe, I'm sorry I made you cry! RIP Zaos, and as for Dallea and Frigga, I hope that this chapter showed how her motherly instincts are kicking in. That last fight scene was really fun to write, I'm glad you liked it! :)
SenSen-Chan - Oh no! I'm sorry for the tears! One day? Jeez Louise, thank you, thank you! I agree, I hate writing Dallea so weak and shy and I wish that she could be strong and fierce again already. But I'm glad you're looking forward to watching her, and this story, develop!
WishUponADragon - That's it, as Queen of Tearjerkers, I 'm going to make an ocean out of all these tears! Dallea needs a gigantic hug after that one, I totally agree. Thank you muchly, Ragnarok gave me the idea that Frigga can look into minds, after I saw Loki do it to Valkyrie. Like mother, like son. I'd be willing to pay for someone to recreate some of these Dallea fight scenes to, to be very honest. Thank you, thank you!
