
Not one word more did he speak and obediently he planted himself down on the chair, touching the wounds upon his face with care. He knew the wrath of women, having been raised by one of the humblest yet fiercest queens of Asgard. Frigga had a gentle rage, but it was a rage one did not wish to face, thus his instinct around Tauriel was to sit down and shut up, though he could not help the next words that slipped from his mouth, “I can heal it. You need not do it.”

Surprise littered his features, then, a soft sort of pleasant surprise, pleased that no one would really be getting...
“You will not let them?” She exhaled, her hand leaving his face to wash the cloth in the water. Her voice heavy. “Loki,...