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Every other fortnight Frigga managed to escape the confines of the Palace. After so long as his wife, Odin granted her the freedom of a stroll through the city. Usually under the cover of the guards, but eventually she’d shaken them for their continual presence. She was a sorceress after all, more than capable of taking care of herself. The Vanir practiced old magic Odin only could hope to watch.
Unlike her son though, Frigga didn’t possess the ability to shapeshift nor the power of invisibility. She could teleport though and it was something she used frequently. At least on her strolls.
The Golden City was large. So her absence wouldn’t be noticed for quite some time, and even then she would have visited enough shops to keep Odin in the dark. Many millennia had passed, his trust in her unwavering loyalty as his wife having turned him oblivious.
What did Odin know of her heart's true desire? It wasn’t him, or a palace of gold. Sure he had indulged her outward desires, a library to rival all and magical gardens with all the blooms of all the realms, but she had never divulged her true wants. She never would either, for risk of everyone’s safety including the realms itself. Namely Vanaheim and Jotunheim.
The Vanir, her people, called her a peace offering. Arranged marriages were common of course, but in her eyes she was still a prisoner of war. Only taken to end the slaughter of her people. It could have been better if Odin had treated her as more than a thing. Alas he did not.
Frigga walked into Farbauti’s tall, waiting embrace, gathered her blue hand in hers and instantly soaked in her cool presence. As a storm Jotun, she wasn’t nearly as cold as the frost Jotuns, but she could easily alter her own temperature. Much like Loki. Between them both it was no surprise their son had become the most powerful sorcerer in all the realms.
One day he would know Farbauti lived. The two of them had discussed it at length, and shortly after his being taken from Jotunheim the storm Jotun had found her way into Asgard through the hidden openings of the Yggdrasil. Only something a skilled sorceress was capable of, her own powers alerting her to the magical disturbance even before Hemidall could sense it.
It was only through persuasion that she convinced Farbauti, everyone including Loki was safer where he was. The child and the realms. Of course she longed for her son, a magical blessing even as a mere babe. Friggia had more than sympathized, torn over the offering from Odin upon his return from Jotunheim.
Who was she to turn away a defenseless, innocent babe? She hadn’t been and through a bond, Farbauti had agreed to her argument along with the condition to be informed of Loki’s well being. Frigga was certain it was a deal struck only because she was a Vanir. At least in the beginning.
The roaring of the waterfall, the cave opening that was no more than a small crack in the grand scheme of the cliffside, hid the two of them. Frigga longed for these moments the way Farbauti longed for Loki. She did not risk her magical signature being picked up in the palace, so she never tried to see him under her shapeshifting or invisibility. Occasionally over the millenia his birth mother had gotten to see him from a distance though in the fields he liked to rest in peace in.
“I’ve missed you,” Frigga said with a smile, pulling Farbauti closer by the top edge of her white fur wrap that worked as a skirt.
“It’s been but a fortnight,” Farbauti said in her deeper rumble, although she did lean down to rest her forehead against hers and she enjoyed the texture of her royal markings against her skin. “This is the same as always my love.”
Frigga is in flowy casual dress with a golden sash, face towards Farbauti's body with a happy smile. She is holding Farbauti right hand in both of hers Farbauti has her other hand on Friggas hip. Farbauti is wearing a white fur skirt gray speckled skirt, her long black hair done in two braids, intertwined to hold her breasts, hiding her nipples. Their foreheads are resting together, Farbauti leaning down with a soft smile. Together they stand in a tight cave opening behind a waterfall, with moss and flowers blossoming in front of a frontal rock.
Frigga’s chest bloomed with warmth she knew not outside of these moments that didn’t involve her sons. She wanted nothing more than to leave Asgard behind for Farbauti. Not even for Vanir, as they were happy to offer her as a prize. Jotunheim was taught, under order of their King, to be nothing but a wasteland of ice. The fools most of the Aesir were. Even Thor, her poor strong child, was ignorant to the truth of the realms thanks to being guided and trained under the ruling of Odin’s ways.
“How is our son? Up to no good as always I assume?” Farbauti asked, pulling away just a little so that her red eyes could look down at her and Frigga nodded.
“I fear he delves closer to the truth,” Frigga said, not entirely sure how he would handle the news of his Jotunheim birth. “A scholar like us, it shouldn’t be much longer. Better now as a young child though. At minimum I will guide him to you, though I have yet to divulge a plan that would free me of my duties.”
Farbauti frowned, tracing her jaw with her blue fingers. Frigga played with the loose hair of her black braids that hid her beautifully marked breasts she knew all too well. Now was not the time to get lost in such thoughts of the flesh. Over the years, love having slowly bloomed, they had spent many occasions indulging in intimacy that only sorceresses could provide in a cave. It was unwise to leave the opening of the Yggdrasil though. No matter how much their bodies ached for the softness of one another's touch.
“He also set the drapes in the library on fire,” Frigga told her lover, the panicked alert from the guards still mildly entertaining to her. “He’s quite an emotional teenager, more so than normal. Of course he has lost control of his magic on many occasions as any young sorcerer, but never has it been elemental.”
“Fire is chaos,” Farbauti pointed out with a small laugh. “Ironic of a frost giant’s blood no doubt. Laufey’s temper mixed with my powers? Loki will be a reckoning for the realms.”
“Indeed,” Frigga agreed, because their son no doubt was going to cause trouble for them all and based on his torture of Thor he would relish the trouble. “I love him so darling. I wish for us all to be together.”
“Soon,” Farbauti assured her with a soft smile. “He will come, even with hate in his heart at first, for answers. We will wound him first, but seeing us together as one he will come to understand. Together, we will heal him and the brilliant babe he’s always been no doubt he can make the smart decisions. Perhaps he will even help find a solution to our problem with that brute of a King. One day, maybe my kind will even reclaim Asgard.”
Lifting to her toes, Frigga encouraged Farbauti to kiss her. The Jotun happily obliged of course and like every other time before she lost herself in the actual love she could feel like no other time before in her life. It wasn’t the magic shared between them, it was so much more.
One day when allowed, the two of them would be something else. No longer secret lovers, or carrying the guilt of getting to watch their son grow without Farbauti’s guidance. Hopefully it would not be too far off in the future though because as the Jotun wrapped her arms around her waist, picking her up easily so they could kiss without her bending over, Frigga melted like a candle. Even her lover's long black nails digging into the robes covering her ribs were marks she would cherish until next time.
Slipping her hands into Farbauti’s dark hair, caressing her skull that lacked the horns so poorly assumed to exist, Frigga sighed in the light mist. Both from the waterfall, wet cave and the storm Jotun’s scent. She grinned widely into it as her lover’s cool tongue parted her lips, deepening the kiss that made her body ache for them to be closer always. It was an embrace that made her heart gallop with want towards the upcoming future. One the Fates had surely woven to their favor if Odin’s slowly fading health had anything to say about it.