Working Title : Loki & Annie

66 Future Weavings

Frigga walked from Loki's chambers towards her own. As she walked with a purposeful stride she thought over what had just happened and what had been said. Odin's words had sliced deeper than she had shown, he hadn't needed to lay the blame for this entire situation at her feet, she had done that herself long ago. While Odin had made the mistake so much worse, the initial fault was hers.

Entering her chambers she dismissed her maids and Ladys with a kindly smile and tone, telling them that she would recall them if she had need of them later. She had no intention of needing them however her plans all seemed to have a twist and knots in them she had not foreseen. It was humbling to once more be reminded of the reasons revealing the future was not to be done. And yet. And yet it was with this tiny thought that she entered her weaving room, closing and locking the door then sealing the room with seidr. So complete were the guards that she doubted the Norns themselves could see inside. At least she hoped it was so.

The windows in this room filled one entire wall, giving her a view overlooking one section of her gardens. Without looking she knew exactly what she would see, the memories of hours spent reading or sewing while her boys played, running and shouting while saving Asgard from all manner of threats. She had never minded the youthful antics, they needed to play though Odin had frowned on it as they grew older and he felt they needed to show more self-control over those childish emotions. Even at the time, she had watched as Loki was the more successful of the two at keeping those emotions inside. And yet. It was Thor who was given the praise for even the slightest effort even if he were unsuccessful. Odin had said since it was clear that Loki came by his control naturally it was Thor who needed to be encouraged. And yet. Frigga knew it was Loki who took to heart every word his father spoke while Thor was certain he could ignore Odin and be forgiven. Loki was not so sure.

With a motion she caused the drapes to pull open to flood the workspace with the late afternoon sun. Standing in the center was her loom, a large thing that she spent half her time standing in front of to weave the top half of the tapestry. A chair was the only other piece of furniture in the large room.

Walking slowly to stand before the half-finished piece Frigga clasped her hands before her as she stared at the scene woven with lifelike colors. With the faces so lifelike it was easy to know the identity of each figure, each Realm had been woven with intricate detail. Her eyes skipped over it searching for anything that had changed since she had stood here this morning seeking the same thing. Jumping from scene to scene she saw it all. And yet. Despite her scrutiny, nothing had changed.

Odin seated on his throne.

Loki and Thor in ceremonial dress, each wearing their helm as they stood side by side.

 Frost Giants in the Vault. 

Warriors in battle on Jotenheim.

Thor in the BiFrost.

Odinsleep

The Destroyer in flames.

Loki falling from the Rainbow Bridge as his father and brother looked on.

A tiny figure surrounded by a vast space of black thread.

The back of a large figure woven in purple standing before a much smaller blue figure held in chains over the white flames of a fire.

Midgard in blues and greens.

Warriors in battle with monsters over a strange city of tall buildings.

On Asgard, a figure sewn in blue thread standing on the Rainbow bridge with Heimdall laying at his feet.

A single female held aloft on the blade of a Dark Elf.

Multitudes of ships above Asgard.

Odin laying at the paws of a giant wolf.

Thor laying at the feet of Loki while multitudes of Asgardians and monsters fighting around them.

A small figure in dark green kneeling in the throne room with a bowed head while holding up a bright blue cube in his outstretched hands to the figure of purple thread.

Asgard in flames.

Black thread filling the entire bottom half of the tapestry.

The scenes wavered in Frigga's sight and she startled at the thought that they were moving in reality and not just in her mind. She took no comfort in the realization it was the tears in her eyes causing the illusion. Wiping at the few that had escaped her eyes she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. This was the height of folly and yet. And yet she continued with her plan.

Carefully Frigga removed the tapestry from the frame yet then let it fall carelessly to the floor. With an unnatural speed and deftness, she set her loom up to begin a new tapestry. Taking a seat she could only hope this one would reveal a future that would make all of this worthwhile. If not, Frigga wasn't certain what she would do.