It's been like 6 months since I updated this. Sorry, I haven't had much time. ;_; Also sorry that I have no clue when the next update will be.

Anyway, here ya go. I wanted to show that 1) Frigga is actually a badass, and 2) Laufey has a lot in common with Loki personality wise. Enjoy!

Thor stared at the blue sleeping figure, his brother, lying on soft furs. He wished he could say the prince looked peaceful, but Loki tossed and turned in his sleep.

It reminded him of when they were young, on the nights when the smaller brother would whimper, restless, at night. It was before they got separate rooms, and Thor would shake the smaller boy awake, away from whatever nightmares plagued him. It never truly helped, and when the boys grew too old to share a chamber, the blonde wondered whether he still looked so haunted in his sleep.

With the Jotun resting before him for the first time in years, Thor could tell his brother was in pain. Maybe not physical pain, but the way the Jotun clenched his fists, letting out short gasps of breath, made it clear how deeply the truth still haunted him.

How could someone so hurt be a monster? The blonde prince didn't know. He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Frigga stood over Loki, her hand on his as she worried for her son.

"Is it safe?" Thor asked quietly, nodding to where his mother touched the blue skin. Frigga offered a small smile.

"It seems in sleep the ice is suppressed some." She replied. Thor walked forward, tentatively touching a thumb to his brother's forehead. For a second he recoiled; the skin was still cold as ice. It reminded him of times in war, when he hauled the freezing bodies of dead warriors through the snows of Jotunheimr. The very thought sent him shivers.

Frigga saw his discomfort, and closed her eyes, head resting on the large bed where Loki rested. The blonde pressed his thumb back down, brushing over the patterns on his brother's forehead. He didn't like it, not at all. It seemed so unnatural, the cold, the texture. It wasn't the Loki he had grown up with.

And yet it was. It was still Loki. His brother Loki. And with the hurt in his features was so raw even in sleep, Thor knew it could be no other.

"What will become of you, my dear brother?" He sighed. He thought he felt a shiver run through the cold body, as if in response.

Odin pushed through the doors of the room, eyes resting on his family as he sighed.

"Do you know how to help him?" Frigga asked quietly. The Allfather winced and shook his head.

"Whatever is happening him, it is not a physical disease." He responded. "Or, at least, not one that effects the Aesir." Thor's expression hardened.

"It's your fault he's like this." He growled. "Had you acted differently he would not hurt so much."

"Silence!" Odin snapped back. "Would you rather him be dead? Had I acted differently he would had frozen away in the snows of Jotunheimr. Or perhaps tell the kingdom of his heritage, and let an innocent child endure prejudice for something he cannot help?"

"Well at least then they would've-"

"What you think he wouldn't have been ridiculed more than he already was? I am not blind, and nor are you." He sighed. "Loki already suffers for his differences, and I never wanted to make them worse."

"But," Frigga added quietly. "You could have handled it with more tact. Told him when he was old enough to handle it, been affectionate."

"Old enough to handle it?" Odin growled. "Look at him, and tell me that he's old enough to handle it even now." The room fell silent and Loki gave another shiver.

"Tact." The Queen emphasized again, and there was no response.

"Is he evil then?" The question rolled off Thor's tongue without him thinking, the question that had riddle his brain for days.

"No!" Frigga cried quickly, but Odin was quiet for a few moments before answering.

"That," he finally said, "is unknown. And I believe we will find out soon enough." Frigga stood up and put a hand on her husband's arm.

"And what of the little uproar from the ceremony?" She asked.

"I said what needed to be said, admittedly not much." He responded. "Tyr is conducting it. I just hope the news of the Jotun in Asgard doesn't spread too fast." He sighed.

"And what's wrong with that?" Frigga challenged.

"In reality, only the damage this will bring Loki." The Allfather responded, and he looked distant, emotionless, as he said it. "But many Asgardians would think differently. They might blame me. They might blame Loki. They might blame Jotunheimr. But they will deem this a crime and deem someone guilty." Frigga just shook her head in response.

"And what of him, my brother?" Thor asked. His father's expression hardened.

"If we are to help him," He said slowly. "I'll have to talk to Laufey. I'll have to go to Jotunheimr." It was not a pleasant option, they all knew. Asgardian relations with the frost giants had been rough in recent years, not to mention Thor's adventure just recently.

"And what's this 'I' that I keep hearing?" Frigga asked, a sad smile playing at her lips.

"Yes. We will be accompanying you, of course." Thor agreed with as much enthusiasm as he could manage.

"And leave Asgard without it's royal family?" Odin bristled.

"We have a family issue to attend to." The queen nodded at Loki. "I recon that excuses my coming."

"Thor is not allowed to leave the kingdom."

"Thor can stay and watch Loki, then." She answered easily. "Unless we must bring our Jotun son with us." Odin and Thor tensed at her word choice, but she didn't appear to notice.

"But-" Thor was cut off.

"Fine." The Allfather said. "You may come with me, Frigga. But Thor, you are not to leave the castle while we are gone, unless there is an emergency." The prince glared for a moment, but then bowed his head.

"Yes, father." He said through gritted teeth.

"We will leave immediately." The Allfather growled. "Frigga arm yourself. This may be dangerous, and I will never forgive myself if you get hurt." She nodded solemnly, but Thor could swear there was a bit of excitement in her eyes.

"Protect your brother, Thor" The prince leaned down and let her kiss his forehead.

"I will." He replied. "I swear it."

"Odin." Laufey said, his voice almost amused. "And Lady Frigga. To what to I owe this pleasure?" Frigga took in the blue and white of Jotunhienr, clutching her knife. It had been thousands of years since she'd been here. The icy land seemed so much more desolate without the Casket's power.

"I think you know, Laufey." The King responded. The frost giant leaned forward on his throne.

"Surely you didn't come here to blame me for something that is your fault?" His red eyes narrowed, challenging them. "I know you're here about Loki. But you forget who's son he really is, don't you?" Frigga tensed.

"No." The Allfather growled.

"Calm yourselves." The Ice King continued, waving a hand at them. "I don't want that runt anyway. He's a freak, polluted with Asgardian values yet born something defying them all. Unfortunate really." He leaned back again, in a motion almost like a shrug.

"That's not why we're here." Frigga spoke, her voice strong. Laufey glared again.

"You Aesir are pushing your luck. First Thor rampages through my kingdom, then Loki sneaks in, and now you." He growled. "How many more times do you expect me to let this slide?" Frigga's eyes widened.

"Loki came to you?" She asked. Laufey smiled.

"Didn't you know, my Queen?" He said the words mockingly. "Your prince came here of his own accord. All I did was give him a nudge in the right direction." He smirked. Frigga's face darkened, but as she opened her mouth, the king cut her off.

"We are not here to discuss those matters, Laufey." Odin said solidly. "I will ignore whatever occurred before, if-" He grimaced, attempting to give up his pride. "If you will help me." Laufey laughed.

"You aren't kidding, are you?" He asked, glee flickering in his eyes. "What could the great Allfather need from the monsters of Jotunheinr?" That mocking tone again, so familiar. Frigga grimaced, realizing that was Loki's tone, Loki's voice.

"Loki." Odin answered. "He is sick, and in a way I have never seen before. I believe it is linked to his newfound… heritage."

"A Jotun to treat the Jotun? How interesting." The king mused with a sly smile. It was clear that he knew such blunt words bothered them. "Even if I did have a clue what was wrong with the runt, what makes you think I would help you? You certainly don't deserve it. I could kill you on the spot, and you beg a service of me?"

"You know you couldn't." Odin growled back. The queen bit her lip. Her husband wasn't handling this right. Laufey wouldn't respond well to threats. They would have to use a different strategy. She took a step forward.

"Name a price, if you wish. We can discuss it." She said. "I just wish to help my son. That's all." The frost giant tilted his head, smiling.

"The Casket." He said.

"I'd sooner die myself." Odin snapped.

"That works too." He smirked. "Though it seems a bit extreme." Frigga looked at her husband, begging him to let her handle it. He nodded slowly.

"Neither of those, Laufey." She said. "But, perhaps there is something else you desire? We will ignore the offenses your people have committed on our realm? What more do you want?" He was quiet for a moment, thinking.

"If I heal the runt," He started slowly. "You will return to me my staff, the one you took many years ago. You know it holds little power, but you took it to symbolize your victory over my kingdom. I want it back." His words were cold now, as if remembering the day many years ago.

"That," Odin replied. "I can agree to. But I will return to you your weapon only after Loki is healed."

"Fine." The ice king said. "Bring him immediately, and I will do what I can."

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