AN: Yay Loki's here! The plot thickens too, sorry if the beginning was slow :( ~Moonmilk
Life Support
Miku arrived in Asgard with Jane that next morning. She was completely awestruck once she saw the golden bridge, the castle was even more spectacular.
Darcy, Eric Selvig were there, along with Eric Boothby, Darcy's boyfriend. Miku also had the pleasure to meet the groom himself. Thor was like everything Jane said to her, kind, handsome, polite, she was so happy she could be apart of this wedding.
After her introduction to Thor, an older woman walked in the main castle throne room. She was graceful, golden brown locks swayed as she glided towards Miku. "Oh, yes, may I introduce you to my mother,"
Miku Kyoko looked at Thor, then the queen of Asgard. She stumbled a little but caught herself and bowed. "It's a pleasure, erm I mean it's an honor...uh-."
"Oh my dear you mustn't be so timid." Frigga grabbed Miku's face and sighed. "Oh Thor what beautiful midgardian maidens you have as friends."
"She said the same thing to Darcy and me." Jane snickered into his ear. Thor grinned and nodded.
"Come, ladies, this afternoon I will show you your rooms and the dresses. The maids and I prepared them before your arrival." Frigga escorted the girls through the candle lit halls, leaving the boys to...whatever Asgardian men did during a wedding. Miku sort of wanted to stay in the throne room.
All three girls were to sleep together in a large bedroom with 3 twin beds on different sides of the wall. Drapes, golden walls and sculptures surrounded the 3 women. Jane crossed her arms in approval, Darcy grinned. Miku looked at them like they were from another planet, why were they so calm? This was amazing, so unbelievable.
"This is...so luxurious." Miku gasped. Oh how she wanted to flop on her bed and roll around in the fur sheets. "I just know I'm gonna thank you least a thousand times!"
"Midgardian life is so complex and different from ours. Lady Darcy was certainly just as ecstatic as you the first time she stayed here." Darcy nodded at Frigga's comment. "That is very true, except there was no wifi, pretty bummed on that part." 'I'm kidding.' She mouthed at the queen.
"Well, I believe I should show you the dresses. They were handcrafted by our finest tailors."
Frigga lead them into a small room on the left side in the castle halls. They were greeted by the maids who were preparing to change the girls. They did so, and applied a little makeup to give them the idea of their facial look.
Darcy and Miku's dresses were a light lilac with white capes, draping across the floor. Darcy squirmed in the clothing, for she wasn't the 'dressy' person, but Miku adored it, she twirled around happily and swished the pearl cape around like she was supposed to be a light knight in the darkness. Or a mystery assassin.
She thanked Frigga again. The queen smirked at the foreshadowing she gave before these many thanks.
Once Jane was finished with her pre fitting she entered the main dressing room for all of the women to see. It was quite large, full of jewels and layers of puffy skirts. Her makeup was full of silver and white, caked around her eye lids.
"Holy sh-," Frigga glared at Darcy. "Shish kebabs, Jane!"
Jane twirled around lovingly and giggled. Miku had to admit she was a tad bit jealous, but she was happy for Jane.
"I hope you find these to your liking, ladies." Frigga clasped her hands together, her rose lips curling. "If there are any changes you would like to make, we have so much time. The wedding won't happen for about a mother week."
Jane hugged her future mother and law. "No changes! I love it!"
"Oh that's wonderful dear. I'm glad I was able to please."
Jane Foster let go and the four women were taken by silence. Frigga looked out the main window of the room and noticed a mahogany sunset was taking place over her city. Darcy was about to break the silence, but Frigga drew in a deep breath.
"I must make haste,"
"Oh, well..." Jane cleared her throat. "We will see you tomorrow then, thank you for the preview."
"Yes, we will prepare the feast tonight, your idea of these 'holidays' are quite interesting dear Jane."
"Their understanding Thanksgiving now." Jane whispered to Miku. "I taught them all about it."
"Yes...well, I must be off. Thank you ladies." And with that, Frigga left the humans alone. Miku could notice that the queen seemed a bit off once she noticed it was evening. Plus she looked old as well, maybe she has sun downers? Miku ceased her rambling thoughts and the maids began to remove her bridesmaid dress.
"Is she alright? She seemed a bit off."
Jane nodded at Miku. "She's fine, I don't think we should really get into any of her business, we just know she always leaves the people of Asgard around the this time, we can leave it at that."
"I don't know Jane, Miku might be right she is a bit off." Darcy slipped on her t-shirt and put her glasses back on.
"Trust me. Queen Frigga is always fine, I've known her longer than any of you have, trust me...she's ok."
Miku nodded at Jane's statement.
...
Frigga pressed fingers to each sides of her temples as she slowly descended down the dark stair case. She passed several cells full of criminals, jawking at her through their mother tongue. The queen lowered her head, she was only focused on visiting once cell.
She approached a pair of guards, spears raised against each others, they broke their stance and bowed to their queen. Frigga exhaled and bent down next to a guard and looked him in the eyes.
"My queen, I'm not sure if I can let you in anymore, I believe-,"
"It's worse?" Frigga whispered. The guard looked up at her with fearful eyes and nodded. "Send me in, that's an order."
They disarmed the golden force field and raised their weapons until Frigga was inside the dingy cell. They closed it back up.
Frigga gave another staggered exhaled at the sight before her. The closer she reached the source of the tragedy the harder she scrunched up her face, because of the smell of body odor.
"Loki," Frigga began to stutter and whimper at the look of her adopted son. His hair was mattered and greasy, tangled in snarls, it hasn't been washed in months. His green shirt was torn apart, exposing pale and bruised skin over his chest, his trousers covered in dirt.
"Loki," She repeated again and knelt down, bracing the horrible odor. Loki didn't lift his head anymore, it was fixated on the ground, the dirt mattered ground. His books were scattered and some pages were torn.
The day was getting close, no doubt. Frigga thought. She stroked her sons hair lovingly and tried to lift his face up. She gently pressed the pad of her fingers against his jaw and lifted it upward, brushing the tangled ebony hair from his face.
His eyes were half closed and dazed, his lips chapped and parts of his skin were dry. His mother rubbed her fingers on his lips and eye lids, still whimpering. "Please, speak,"
Nothing. Not even a nod. This was the first time he never spoke to her, nor noticed her. "Speak," She whimpered once more. She could only see his chest rise up and down slowly. Frigga kissed his forehead and tears spilled down her face.
"Loki," She muttered, Frigga fell to the floor in a heap of sobs, only his eyes followed her.
A guard entered the cell the moment the queen fell, he picked her up and she squeezed his armored chest. "My Queen, your husband wishes to speak with you."
Frigga heaved and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Very well."
The guard set her down once they were out of Loki's cell and escorted her out of the dungeon. The last thing she saw of her son was a heap of black hair looking down at the ground once again.
...
Odin paced in the throne room, desperately looking for his wife. A guard came into the room, nodding, then letting his wife appear before him. A sob broke from her lips as she ran into the king's arms. Odin rubbed her back, nuzzling his head in her neck.
"He's gone, he's gone," She repeated. "I knew this would come, I knew it would-,"
"Shh, Frigga, please." He calmed her down by grabbing her cheeks. A tears flew down their faces, pattering against the golden floor. "I knew it would happen too. We must establish higher security, the guards told me everything."
"He doesn't recognize me." She sobbed again, Odin dried her tears. "Is there anything we can do, I can't lose him, please, if you let him go I shall-."
"No!" He snapped.
"You don't think he deserves redemption? It's been years. My love we can heal him, I must visit him this morrow we won't go mad, promise me."
"No," The King of Asgard said softly. "This can't be fixed, he must stay in his cell, same punishments, same routine. I will not have another threat on this kingdom, especially when my son will be burdened in matrimony!"
"Your son?!" Frigga raged. "Your son is descending. Your son won't eat, your SON hasn't had a proper bathing in 9 months!"
Odin let go of his wife and stepped back, his crimson cape almost cloaking him. "We mustn't trust him, no matter how much treatment we give him. No matter how much kindness we give to him."
"Thor would want this too." Frigga hissed.
"My son has much to address. He doesn't have time for a desolate criminal."
Frigga watched her husband leave the throne room and to his chambers. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her skin. "YOUR SON!?" She screamed. Frigga plummeted to the floor in a heap of sobs, more tears fell, hands through golden locks out of stress. Frigga saw a guard approach her and ask quietly if she wanted to head to her chambers.
Frigga's staggered breathing calmed eventually. She dried her tears and the guard pulled the broken queen up. "The guest chambers, please."
...
The next morning was a delight to Miku. Jane showed her around Asgard for a short while, then it was to the dining hall, where the 'Midgardian holiday' feast took place. Jane quickly went back to earth with the help of Selvig and Darcy to pick up Thanksgiving eatery, such as potatoes, 6 turkeys, yams, hams, cranberry sauce and more.
The feast was wonderful, her, Jane and Darcy taught many Asgardians about the Thanksgiving story. The Mayflower, the Native Americans and the British, and acts of kindness and thanks.
Miku was able to keep some food after the feast, and spent the rest of the night with Jane, Thor and Darcy.
"This Thanksgiving story is quiet interesting, I give you thanks for sharing it."
"Of course." Miku smiled. "But don't forget about your fiancée, she's the one that made it all possible."
"Man, it was hard to load all those turkeys and hams." Jane rubbed her back and chuckled. "But I'm happy to do it, you just wait till Christmas."
"I bet all of your holidays are a delight, Jane."
A guard entered the room and spotted Queen Frigga, he motioned her to follow him into a separate room.
"Your mom was there? I didn't notice." Darcy whispered.
"Mother has been more silent then the norm. I didn't know-," Thor cut off and watched his mother disappear out of the dining room.
"To be honest, I did see your mom-," Miku just about fell out of her chair once she heard the sharp screams of the queen.
Thor shot out of his chair, his eyes rimmed red. Only one word came to his mind once he heard his mothers wretched cries.
"Loki."