Author's Note: Couldn't get this chapter out of my head . . . So, please enjoy!
Frigga had always had a keen sense of knowing when something was wrong with Thor. Even when Loki had been alive, she had never shared the same bond that she had with her own flesh and blood child. She supposed it was just maternal instinct that allowed her to sense Thor's pain much more acutely than Loki's. Not that she hadn't loved Loki with all her heart—she had loved him as much as Thor—but the connection shared between a mother and her son was never there.
"Thor," Frigga called out gently to her only son. The Crown Prince was startled and glanced away from the huge window that allowed him to get a clear view of Heimdall faithfully guarding what was left of the Bifrost Bridge. Frigga suppressed a small smile for she knew the look of a man in love and while it made her heart rise to see her son experience the joys of such an emotion, Frigga knew that how upsetting it was to know that it could be many years before he could see his lover again. "My son, if you stare outside so much, Heimdall might begin to think you do not trust him anymore." Thor shook his head and slowly stepped away from the window.
"I apologize, Mother," Thor mumbled. "I suppose I was lost in thought." Frigga sat down on a luxurious white couch beside the window and motioned for her son to sit across from her in a comfy chair.
"I am sure that Jane is doing everything she can to bring you back to her," The Queen of the Gods assured him. "But she is . . ." She paused, thinking. "What is the expression you used earlier? The one they say on Midgard all the time?"
"She is only human?" Thor answered.
"Ah, yes!" Frigga exclaimed. "She is not a goddess, my son. She needs rest as do you."
"Me?" Thor questioned. "But Mother—!"
"Do not argue with me," Frigga growled and Thor quickly silenced himself. His mother was truly a kind woman, but she was the Queen of the Gods—a role the required her to command respect—and as such, she had a temper that could rival even his father's. She rose from her seat gracefully and unleashed a fiery glare that met her son's face. "Thor, even the All-Father needs to rest. Heed my advice, my son."
And with that, Thor watched his mother disappear down the corridor. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to collect his thoughts. He knew his mother was right, he was worrying too much and stretching himself too thin. If he kept up like this, he would surely break and he couldn't afford to let that happen. He was the future king—allowing himself to look weak in front of his public was unforgivable.
But, he couldn't rest knowing that Jane was working herself to the bone trying to get him back. Heimdall had told him that ever since Thor had visited her, Jane had increased her working hours and was barely sleeping herself. How could he ask Jane to sacrifice so much of her time if he wasn't willing to do the same?
And then there was the matter of the feeling of foreboding that he had felt when he had awoken from his dream encounter with Jane. It had felt like there was something off and while he couldn't pinpoint anything concrete, Thor couldn't help but feel like something terrible was going to happen to Jane soon. The fact that he wouldn't be there to protect her in case something did happen also bothered Thor to no end.
"Your highness!" A guard exclaimed, his armor clanging as he sprinted towards Thor. Immediately, the God of Thunder rose from his seat. "Heimdall needs to see you right away! He says that it's about the mortal on Midgard—!"
Thor didn't need any other encouragement as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
As he approached Heimdall, he prayed for Jane's safety and swore to make anyone who had tried to hurt her pay dearly.
Author's Note: I'll be updating with the other chapter tomorrow. Sorry for the cliffhanger! Please review!