He took her hand, holding it gently between his as he enjoyed the serenity that he found in her presence. Her words brought a small flicker of hope to his heart, one that radiated and sparked into emotions he was more familiar with, joy, determination. He was Thor Odinson, but he was also Frigga’s son, and he knew that there was a small part of him that still held the teachings and wisdom she tried to impart on him when he was a child. He could do this. “ You are right, mother, there is not a single thing in the world that would make me want to go back to the irreverent and callous youth I was. ” He sighed, nodded as he realized the truth to her advice. “ I am trying, but it is new territory, we have not had such a close alliance with Midgard in centuries. It will be tricky to find a perfect blend at first. But we will forge our way through. ”
That was more to convince himself, to hear the words spoken from his own tongue, feel the validity in them to the marrow of his bones, to believe what he spoke. “ I miss the freedom of playing warriors in your garden. Being a warrior is a much, much different path. ” One he would never regret but it weighed on one’s soul after a time. “ I cannot imagine it would be much easier on you, mother, being able to see said paths, and yet not be able to guide the ones you love onto the correct ones. ” His look as he realized the burden she carried was soft, tender, and utterly empathetic, the side of him that would serve him well as a king, a husband, and a father. One he didn’t realize he could have in tandem with his ruthless side until recently.
