"Thor?" An old man's quavering voice revealed his deepest fear.
"No."
"Loki," he said, his voice flat.
The guardsman shimmered before him. Long habit kept him on his feet, but he did not know if he kept surprise off his face. His youngest son stood up before him, a smirk with fearsome proportions of rage and revenge on his face.
"No, Allfather. There lies the body of he who DARED kill Frigga, the Queen of Asgard! I, Loki, slew him in combat for daring to touch my Mother! May his bones rot there forever as his soul suffers the torments of Helheim!" Loki's words rang in the vast hall, sang along the edges of his soul into his heart.
Terrible grief filled him. For one moment his wife stood before him, then smiled and vanished. Tears that were unshed, until that moment, spilled from his eyes.
"My son!" Odin beheld Loki and knew pride.
