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A/N: I am so sorry for anyone still reading, my brain cannot seem to write anything good right now.

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@ QueenFreya_Thorwifehere: My husband casually told me he had to teleport me to dinner with his parents. Okayyyyy then, no big deal...Princess Royal, Peggy Yelena Romanova-Stark, born on the seventeenth of October, is coming to meet Grandma and Grandpa Frigga and Odin <3. 

"Welcome to Asgard, my Queen."

Freya looks around in awe, laughing as two of her husbands flank her, Loki holding onto his biological daughter with tenderness so obvious that she could almost cry.

"And welcome, my Little Princess. Mother cannot wait to meet you."

Thor booms out his agreement. 

"Aye, we must make haste, my Lady...My Lady?"

Loki hands Peggy to Uncle Thor, searching around the field they'd just landed in.

He finds her at the graveyard.

"Why put the graves so far away from prospering life? Even the sea is more than three miles away." she asks her husband, a sad twinkle in her eyes at the thought of those forgotten.

Loki sighs, crouching down next to her and summoning some black roses with his magic.

Laying them down on one grave in particular, he answers his bride.

"These are for the outcasts. Those banished from this kingdom, some even from the realm. This one is for my sister, Hella...Well, Thor's sister, to be exact. I am not at all blood-related to her. We never thought she'd be banished, let alone die."

"Oh," Freya's eyebrows scrunch together, the corners of her mouth creasing together with a mix of emotions. "We shouldn't keep Frigga and Odin waiting any longer."

Pulling herself up and then aiding her beloved, the singer breathes deeply, hands rubbing at her chin.

"I'm already terrified. I've never met parents before- Royal parents seem like life's got an inside joke."

Thor, who had just calmed Peggy down, came closer and added to the conversation he had been eavesdropping on.

"INDEED, MY LADY OF HEAVEN, FROM PAST CORRESPONDENCE WITH MY PARENTS, I DO BELIEVE EVEN THE NOTION OF YOUR EXISTENCE PLEASES THEM IMMENSELY."

"Exactly as Thor said, my Queen. They already love you."

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"Darling, Freya! I have waited millennia to meet you, my Dear."

Frigga bows her head in respect, marvelling at the beautiful girl her sons have brought home to her.

"As have I you, although it only feels so."

Loki smirks, happy that his Asgardian language guide got through to his mate.

"This," Thor introduces, "is your granddaughter. Peggy Yelena Romanova-Stark...Princess Royal, heir to the throne of Asgard."

Odin steps out from behind Frigga, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"They both look to be mighty warriors, son. Freyalindaly of Arcadia, am I mistaken?"

Freya bows.

"Not at all, your former highness. Although, my place of dwelling was London, not Arcadia."

"Indeed," Odin raises a questioning brow, confirming with Loki. 

Loki gives a nod.

"Alright then. My daughter, soon-to-be-queen-of-Asgard, Freyalindaly Zahid Bulsanya-Mercury-Stark of London. A most fitting and long title. You shall be known to all, as Queen Freyalindaly the Free, fulfiller of all dreams."

Frigga smiles at her daughter-in-law's expression.

"It's alright- all you'll have to do is swear to do your best. Nothing less is acceptable and nothing more is needed."

She points behind her.

"Come now, I wish to show you around. Your permanent residence is waiting to be decorated. I swatched some samples but I didn't make any final decisions. Thor's grandmother was a nightmare in that sense. I married into royalty, and apparently that meant smiling and having no opinions. I wish for you to be and do the opposite, my dear. A lioness of a Queen, if you will."

"Tell me, Thor, Loki, is she fit to rule a kingdom? "

Thor places down his beer glass, wiping the foam off of his chin in thought.

"I do not think she is. Freya is not a natural-born leader, rather a natural-born lead-singer."

Loki's eyebrows flick upwards in surprise, feeling slight pain for his soulmate at his brother's harsh words.

"Brother-"

"But, with the right guidance and support, she can become far more. My wife...Our wife has been a famous singer, writer and actress. Now, she is a mother and daughter-in-law...Sooner rather than later, we will make her a queen."

Silence.

Odin nods, rising from his chair.

He places a hand on each of his son's shoulders.

"Well, then. Fate has chosen the right woman for you and for all of Asgard."

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"We stand here today, in the presence of all Asgardians, to crown a queen. Frigga, my wife, our current Queen, please step forwards to crown our new Queen."

Frigga steps forward, crownon her head.

Sliding it off of her head slowly, filled to the brim with emotion, she bends down slightly.

She pushes a strand of her daughter-in-law's hair out of the way, leaning down to Freya's level and whispering into her hair-shadowed ear: 

"Thank you for making my sons happy. The others make them content and kept their faith all of these years, but you have created a new joyfulness and kept their spirits alive completely. For that, my daughter, I will always be in your debt."

"Nonsense," Freya is quick to respond, "anyone who played a part in shaping my husbands into the men they are today, has my respect, admiration and love."

Frigga smiles, placing the crown on the mortal girl's head.

"All hail, Queen Freyalindaly the Free, fulfiller of all dreams, Ruler of Asgard"

The crowds cry out in delight, children running around with silk ribbons flowing behind them and men and women throwing their hats up high.

"Long live the queen!" The crowds begin to chant, voices echoing louder and louder in harmony, reminding Freya of her time as QUEEN's lead singer.

She always used to joke about her fans being 'Royals' and calling the band 'QUEEN' because of it. 

To think, that now she is an actual Royal, and people genuinely address her as one would a queen, makes her want to laugh out loud.

As she looks around, she finds her soulmates at the front of the crowd.

Loki and Thor, who were previously standing behind their queen and are now beside her, take her by the hands.

She walks down the steps of the podium, into the arms of the people she loves.

In doing so, she can't help but be reminded of the newest arrival to the family.

"We can't wait to meet you, little one. I promise mama will make a Killer Queen for you."

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