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One of the things that was nice about the Nexus was the fact that Thor could go about his days anonymously. He had plenty of food and drink and nothing to press at his attentions except the warm companionship of Jane and a tenuous, if better, relationship with his brother. Still, though, the death of his mother hung heavy on his spirits and in a moment of weakness, he'd gone to drown his sorrow in drink.

As he left the bar and went out into the hall once more, he saw something that shouldn't exist. The slim figure with blonde hair was terribly familiar and Thor did not know if it was something constructed by Loki as a trick or merely his own mind wanting his mother so much that it tricked him; either was very well possible and neither was something he thought he could endure.

"Mother?" he asked, hoping that this would be enough to dispel the vision and leave him alone in his grief. "It cannot be you."

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After separating from Loki, Frigga began to search for her older son, knowing she would not be content until she had found him. She needed to know that they were both safe. She worried over Loki though. There was something hidden about him that seemed tremendously sad and she couldn't help but fret over whatever weighed on her second son. She knew that she couldn't smooth it away instantly, as much she would have liked to, and had let him be for the time being.

She turned at the sound of someone speaking to her, and couldn't help the smile that broke instantly across her face when she saw Thor standing so near. He was just as broad-shouldered as she had always imagined he would be, and so tall. He looked strikingly like Odin, something that warmed her heart deeply.

"Why then, who else would it be, Thor?" Frigga asked warmly, crossing the distance so that she could hug her first son.

"I only just lost you," he said lowly, wrapping her into his embrace. If it was a trick, it was a well-planned one because Frigga seemed herself all the way down to the smell of her hair and the feel of her skin.

"My heart could not take it if somehow this were illusion and not truth. You know I have never been good at that, Mother. I trust what I can see and touch with my own hands."

"Lost me, darling?" Frigga asked, looking up at Thor. She hated to ask him the question when he was in such obvious distress. She knew, whatever had happened, that it wasn't going to be good. But she didn't know what her son was speaking of, and she needed to understand.

Belatedly, she wondered if that was partially why Loki had been so upset. As much as he had tried to hide himself, she knew that the news of his heritage had been unsettling. At the time, she had assumed that that was the source of whatever distress he was feeling -- but maybe there was more to it than that.

She pressed one of her hands up to Thor's face, wishing it was easier to soothe away hers sons' fears and worries. Quietly, she knew she wouldn't even if she could, because, as much as she hated to see them in pain, they both gained their strengths from overcoming such battles -- and she knew they always would. Still, it bothered her whenever she had to see them with heavy hearts.

"I promise this is no illusion, Thor," she said gently.

"You died when the Dark Elves attacked Asgard," Thor explained, still unwilling to pull himself away from his mother. It had been too long since he had the opportunity to be in her presence for more than a few moments and he wondered, not for the first time, if he had been too caught up in his own affairs to the detriment of his family.

"The grief is still fresh for me and seeing you...it's hard to believe."

Such an announcement with so little warning was enough to even make Frigga falter. There were too many layers to unravel there. The obvious one was the news of her own death. It was something she had made peace with long ago, the concept of her own mortality. But, selfishly, like all beings who succumbed to death, she wished to have more time -- at least more time with her boys. She despaired over the notion of leaving them, of leaving her husband behind.

She could see how badly it pained Thor to even speak of it, and she now wondered if such knowledge was what had also ailed Loki. She wished that her youngest son was here now, so that she could gather him up in her arms again and hold him close.

It was so strange, looking at these men who stood in front of her, solemn-faced. She had left behind two rambunctious boys who, while perhaps being too large to sit in her lap, had still been easily gathered up in her arms. Their tears and fears were something she knew how to console. This was something else entirely, both of them plagued with the difficult troubles of the world.

"Oh, my darling," Frigga said again softly, gathering Thor closely again, one of her hands running along his back, a trick that she couldn't see fit to abandon now even if he was grown.

She was far more concerned, though, with the knowledge that Asgard was attacked by the Dark Elves. That was grave news indeed, far more threatening than a death, even if it was her own.

"Tell me that you, your brother, your father, and our home still stand," Frigga requested softly.

"For now, so far as I am aware, Asgard stands strong." Thor did not want to burden his mother with anything more detailed than that since she seemed unaware of the current situation. It was strange, considering Frigga was clever in her own right, but if she was from before she could not be expected to know the future.

"Loki and I were part of the fight to take it back. We stood together for once."

"And your father?" Frigga asked fearfully, all too aware that Thor had made no mention of Odin. The fear at the idea of losing her husband clawed bitterly at her heart.

"I am glad to hear it," Frigga managed to say when Thor spoke of Loki. She gripped him a little more tightly. "You and your brother at your best when you work in tandem." For all their boyhood scrapes and rivalry, she hoped they learned to see that. It seemed a blessing indeed how neatly their strengths fit together. She had always felt that if they worked together, they would rule Asgard with unparalleled strength and wisdom, one serving to counsel the other.

It seemed as if her prediction had not been far off the mark if they had worked together to protect the realm from Dark Elves, who were foes not to be underestimated.

"We had something to draw us together there," Thor said. He did not want to deny his mother's claims about them working better together in tandem but without the impetus of her death to inspire them, Loki would still be imprisoned.

"I am so glad you are here, Mother. Knowing you are here and safe takes a great weight off my shoulders and lifts my spirits. I missed you."

"Thor, my darling, tell me your father is all right," Frigga said, clenching tightly at Thor's hands. She knew there was a desperate edge to her voice that she took no care to disguise now. She needed news of Odin, and couldn't be content with any conversation until she had confirmation that he had also survived this battle.

"I am glad that I can still be a comfort to you," Frigga answered; she was glad that she could still be a comfort to both her sons. It was still an adjustment to see them so grown, to hear of both their trials and accomplishments, but she suspected, no matter what their age, she would always see them as the small toddlers she had taken upon their knee, trying in vain to get them to behave while she told them a story before bedtime.

"As far as I am aware, he is," Thor assured her. The last he saw of Odin, he seemed strong and in good spirits and Thor had to trust that this was still the case. It had been his mother who had been lost and the images of her funeral still pressed against his mind even though his eyes told him that she stood right before him.

"He seemed well the last time we spoke. Healthy, if not happy."

The tension bled from Frigga's heart when she heard that Odin was safe. She knew that Odin would not take her passing well; it wasn't vanity, just the simple knowledge of how she would have felt had he been taken from her first. They were partners for eons, and the idea of one of them existing without the other seemed impossible, even with Thor presenting such facts to her.

"You must watch over him, Thor," Frigga instructed. "In my absence, the three of you must take care of each other."

It was the only thing that would grant her any peace -- to know that her sons were capable men who were strong and smart, dedicated to safeguarding the realm and their family.

Thor did not know if he and Loki would be capable of taking care of one another but he thought that having Frigga back might go a long way in that regard.

"I simply am overwhelmed to even see you here, Mother. I missed you so terribly and I hope...I hope that you can stay here for a while. I hope that we will have a chance to be your sons again."

"I am glad I am here as well," Frigga answered gently. "And I hope that I will be able to stay with you for some time." The future was still largely unclear, but it was obvious that both of her sons needed her, particularly now, no matter how they had grown. She knew she couldn't be with them forever, but she hoped a little extra time together would comfort them in the trying times that were to come.

"And you are always my sons, my dear one," Frigga said. "No matter how old you are grow, or how long we are separated, I am always your mother."

"I hope soon we have others from Asgard here," Thor said, flashing his mother a broad grin. "I would not mind seeing Lady Sif or Heimdall or the Warriors Three again." It had been a long time since he'd had anyone other than Jane and Loki here and while Jane was dear to him, she knew very little of Asgard. Loki was...a whole other situation.

"We could feast like old times."

"I hope for this as well," Frigga answered. She would have wished for his friends to appear if only if for the comfort they would bring her son. But in trust she was also interested in seeing how they had all grown. They certainly had been turning into a lot that was trouble-prone, but there was no malevolence in any of the adventures they had, and Frigga had always suspected they would grow to be individuals Asgard could be proud of. She would be happy to see them again.

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