Waiting...
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In waiting for Scorpius to return to them Drifa and JR got impossibly close. Everyday she could see bits of his father in the boy and as he healed from his near death experience she was happy to see color come back to his cheeks. He enjoyed the snow Asgard faced in the winter, likening it to her skin which made her laugh. She did match the settings of her mothers new home in the mountains so much better then she did the sandy Greek beaches her betrothed called home. They got into this rhythm of never asking about Scorpius out loud unless it was after one of Jr's nightmares. Nightly Drifa would rush into his room which adjoined her own, waking him from horrible dreams. On the first night he said he didnt need hugs because he was to old for them. Every night after that Drifa would request the hugs for her own sake, because she was scared and needed the comfort.

She would tuck him back into bed and wait with him until he returned to sleep. The days had stretched on to weeks and every passing day Drifa feared Scorpius would never return to them. It was a fear she admitted to no one but herself. She then would worry late into the night that Scorpius' father would come for JR, and since they had never had the chance to marry before people tried to kill them she would have no claim to keep the boy with her, losing her little family all at once. She wished for her fiances return, making promises late as she drifted off, pleas with the universe like she could barter with it for his safety. She would help him hold court daily, she would adjust to being a stuffy queen, she would promise anything, everything required of her to ensure his victory and subsequent homecoming. As the days stretched on she ached for his return and worried it might never come. 

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