mun is disappont

[wodin]

My child... [ A sort of regal and authoritative, yet fatherly and endearing compassion which was entirely missing from the latest screenplay.

Silly Mun, for expecting such a broad and complex being as the All-Father, an infinite being who is part of the essence that strings all life in the Universe - and beyond - together, to be properly adapted in such a setting.

Though the issue is not wanting more than can be given, but irritation with the injustices done. ]

What matters is your own interpretation of what you experience, and how it can be used to shape you. Not that of any other.

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[treachery]

[ Strange, how even after all has come to pass, every pinprick of light lost to the black paintbrush of Loki's own cruel, greedy ambition — the first thought that flickers across his mind, flame-bright, is thus: father.

But his struggle has always been locked in chains stronger even than that of Asgard's making; he stands now with amusement shining loud in the sheen of his eye. His head dips, the ragged ends of his hair hanging loose. He smiles. ]

How curious, o king of kings, that you never once deigned to tell me the same.

[wodin]

Perhaps I have, Loki.
It would not be the first time your memory has only served to recall that which best suits it.

[treachery]

It matters not. It is only natural, after all, that you would spare more consideration for the one tugging at your puppet-strings than the Jotnar-spawned refuse who managed to spoil all your lovely plans.

[courtedwar]

Your counsel is wise as ever, father.

[His smile does not quite hide the sorrow he still feels.]

[wodin]

[ Life is grief. Odin is not recovered from the loss of Frigga, but at the same time, he is no stranger to loss, and is more practiced at hiding it.

Sort of. He is still clearly more somber than usual. ]

What ails you, my son?

[courtedwar]

For all the good that has been done, I feel that there is still much more that I have failed to do.

[He means Frigga most of all, but he wishes there were more he could do for his brother.]

[wodin]

Perhaps it is not a failure of action, but a matter of time. You are still young, with much to offer all nine realms. Do not despair for time. Opportunity will always present itself. Instead, use the time between to cherish what you hold dear...

[ A wash of sorrow crosses his face, briefly. ] One never knows when what they love most will be taken from them.

[worldserpent]

You cast my ssssiblings and I out as monsters. Perhapss it was simply time to show how ruthless you can be, All Father.

[wodin]

I am only ruthless towards abominations of nature. I am benevolent towards my own people; never did I claim to be compassionate towards all manner of beings throughout the universe.

Only a foolish God would claim to love all creation, when to love and protect some demands the destruction of others.

[worldserpent]

We were children. Perhapss not shaped as you wished, but we were born and we feel. We were not your enemies.

[wodin]

A King does not apologize for decisions he does not regret, lest he cripple a Kingdom with what would be perceived as admitted weakness.

[This is his horridly unsatisfying hidden, backwards apology. Still, his look does not reflect anger, or disgust.]

You have each other, do you not?

[worldserpent]

Do we? Where? On Midgard, in the oceans in which I sstruggled to survive? In Helheim, where my ssssister reigns over the dead? Or with my brother, bound by trickery and isolated?

I would like to hate you, but it would make me the abomination you claim me to be. I do not celebrate what happened to you in the end, but neither can I mourn you.

[odinsons]

If I may, then, Father: what is your interpretation?

[ it's not asked with any spite or malice—thor isn't that way—but it is, instead, asked out of curiousness. he knows this life is meant to shape them all, but he's unsure of just where the path he's taking will lead him. ]

[wodin]

My answer depends, Thor, on what you are asking my interpretation of. [Don't worry about asking questions. Asking questions leads to knowledge. Knowledge leads to educated decisions and all of this leads to wisdom - which he encourages.

This Odin isn't going to bite your head off because of some inconceivable Asgardian male menstrual cycle.]

[odinsons]

[ well. you'll have to forgive him because he's not sure of how odin's temperament is going to be. the last time they truly spoke, was after frigga's death and it wasn't exactly upon good terms. ]

On your experience. Where has it lead you?

[original_fine]

You too, huh?

[wodin]

What is your grievance, child of Midgard?

[original_fine]

Nothing like yours, sir. But I do feel the tension within this writer of mine regarding recent portrayals.

[belovedone]

A light forced to shine through a small facet will only be captured in part, never in whole. It is a sometimes irritating but constant truth of nature.

[She nods in greeting.]

My king.

/breaks with feels

[wodin]

Aye. [A faint smile at the wisdom turns into a surprised look of truest joy. His eyes light with adoration where they are so often filled with rage, of late.

He rises, somewhat beside himself. ] Though even the brightest light would pale in comparison to you, my queen.

[Odin is hesitant to bow his head, for fear that when he were to lift it, Frigga would be gone.]

/brings all the feels to the yard

[belovedone]

[She holds perfectly still; he would hear if she moves, and so the fact that she does not she hopes, in some small way reassures him.]

My lord husband as always is quick and kind to flatter me.

But as I am among many things a woman, I never tire of hearing it.

[Her returning smile is full of soft love, devotion and understanding. A look that can only be exchanged between two that have traveled life's road together for as long as they.

She bows her head in exchange, and lifts her hand to offer it for him to take.]