Late teens? Idk. I'm gonna stick with the 16/17 year old label for now. Old enough to get into trouble.
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"You should ask that sweet girl you've been spending so much time with," Frigga said. She didn't look up from the papers spread on her desk, pen in hand.
Nevertheless, she saw the way Loki stiffened.
She pretended not to notice it, distractedly applying her signature to the end of a superfluously worded Vana document – the Van Cities of the West were nothing akin to the ones she'd grown in and their manner seemed distasteful and flowery to her. "What was her name again?"
He hesitated just a beat too long. "Sigyn," he said.
Frigga glanced up at him. He was looking at some object near his foot under the desk very intently and his face was flushed in a way she knew it had not been a moment before. She smiled, just a little.
"Ah, yes," she said lightly, lifting the pages of that document, "Loki, would you…?"
Happy for the distraction, he took the papers and rose, setting them on the table across the room.
"She's very pretty," Frigga said, searching the next of the documents for the place. "Why don't you ask her to accompany us? She's sure to enjoy the beaches."
Still flushed, Loki looked at her reproachfully, "You know very well why," he said.
Raising her brows she looked at him, "No, actually. You and your brother have often brought your friends to Fensalir. Why not now?."
"That's," turning away from her he rubbed one wrist with his thumb, "different."
She scoffed, "I fail to see how."
Loki's mouth tipped, but he made no other answer, looking down out of the window.
Frigga lifted the pages, fluttering them to make them align, one with another, "It's not as though – what between myself and the others about the house – her honor could be questioned, any more than if she had remained here,"
"Mother!"
Raising her brows she spread her hands, "I only suggest the objection that occurs to me, Loki. Did you have others? They might not be so obvious to one so far removed as I."
There was a long pause, then, "No," he said lowly. "I suppose not…"
He was blushing furiously.
She scanned through the document again, "Then what is to stop you?"
He gave a short laugh that had little by way of amusement in it. "Perhaps I have no desire to ask her."
"Mm," she said, "Perhaps. And perhaps," she made one final mark on the paper and laid it aside, "you only fear her rejection."
"I do not –"
"Then why argue it?" she looked up at him where he stood on the opposite side of her desk, tensed and alert. "If you had no interest in the girl it would have been the matter of a simple dismissal."
She had him and he knew it. Fire smoldered in his eyes and the one hand she could see, laid against the side of her desk curled into a slow fist. "Fine," he spat. "I'll ask her."
And before she could say a thing about it, he'd slung the door shut behind him.
Shaking her head, Frigga smiled.
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I feel like Loki would've used the same tactic on Thor.
I mean, he had to learn it somewhere. Nobody just comes up with this stuff, do they?
That doesn't mean he has to like it, though.
Oh well. Tune in for more tomorrow. Same bat-time. Same bat-channel.
