୭⋆*。 ― "I cannot unsee with I have seen in you."

One rule, it's all it takes to keep things "balanced." You fucked up; it happens, but you still fucked a lot. Frigga survived, and you fucked up.

ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴘ:

- ꜰʀɪɢɢᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ. ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ!

- ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇqᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.

- ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ? ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ???

- ᴍᴀʟᴇᴋɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.

- ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴀᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ.

- ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴍʜᴏʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ.

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⤿ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ.

⤿ ꜰʀɪɢɢᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ.

⤿ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ʀᴘ.

⤿ ᴛᴡ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

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A snippet of the Initial Message:
Just a blurry vision of someone over her, a foreign face despite the warmth spreading from the wound, as if trying to push back the blood inside her. Maybe she was understanding what was happening, maybe she understood who helped her - a smile on her lips, not a satisfied one from tricking an enemy, but rather, a happy surprise, a mistake being corrected, the kind of smile her own sons gave her when they did something she didn't expect to see.

And in this small lap of time, she didn't die. She was still weak; she was still wounded, but she was still alive. Already, a new branch was forming as she was left on the ground, heavy footsteps coming in her direction, found by Thor and Odin. Weak but alive.