WHO: Thor, Loki, and open WHAT: Funeral proceedings WHEN: Backdated to shortly after returning to Kirkwall WHERE: House Asgard, Wounded Coast NOTES: Grief and loss
Resa hadn't ventured near during the Vigil, save what felt absolutely mandatory, standing in their general direction, faced somewhat near the body, muttering something that sounded like condolences, and then leaving.
Mortality is ever a stranger to her, as is the celebration of death. Celebrating something inevitable is such a human thing to do, really. She knows death, she's aware of it, but it's not something her people celebrated--and when she left to live amongst humans, she rarely became friends with anyone long enough to care whether they lived or died.
But now she's here, and while she never met Frigga, and doesn't particularly care about her any more than any of the others, here she is, anyway. Wine glass in hand, and still looking a little lost about the whole thing. But she ought to do something, so she finally approaches Thor.
"Are you...doing okay?" A stupid question, but the only one she can think of.
"Yes," he says automatically. It's the answer one gives. Especially the heir. He's in territory that is hostile to his people, under the command of one who would casually murder civilians, with no idea who may be spies or enemies. Yes is the answer he has to give.
But he's not good at that sort of thing. Misleading has always been his brother's art form, constant suspicion Loki's garb, and it does not sit well on Thor's shoulders. Thor exhales heavily after a few moments and looks down at her.
"Would you look down on me, my lady, if that was not my answer?"
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Mortality is ever a stranger to her, as is the celebration of death. Celebrating something inevitable is such a human thing to do, really. She knows death, she's aware of it, but it's not something her people celebrated--and when she left to live amongst humans, she rarely became friends with anyone long enough to care whether they lived or died.
But now she's here, and while she never met Frigga, and doesn't particularly care about her any more than any of the others, here she is, anyway. Wine glass in hand, and still looking a little lost about the whole thing. But she ought to do something, so she finally approaches Thor.
"Are you...doing okay?" A stupid question, but the only one she can think of.
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But he's not good at that sort of thing. Misleading has always been his brother's art form, constant suspicion Loki's garb, and it does not sit well on Thor's shoulders. Thor exhales heavily after a few moments and looks down at her.
"Would you look down on me, my lady, if that was not my answer?"