"My king, there is no need for that" Agatha proclaims over to king Thor. " I can perform the incantation here where he stands and where you may witness..if you so deem it."

"I do.." Thor hesitantly accepts, nodding his head over to the guards who redirect loki back into the center of the throne room. The guards force him down to his knees as he remains bounded by chains.

Agatha attempts to make her way down the steps of the throne room in order to meet face to face with loki when her attention is halted by a groaning Thor. She turns and looks to him, pausing briefly as her body begins to head towards his direction instead.

"What tis it?" thor abruptly responds in question as he notices her approaching and attempts to recompose himself. But it is too late, Agatha has already noticed the disturbance within the king. She had seen the thor's similarly light blues eyes glisten with an unmistakable sight of distress and heartache.

Agatha, had seen just seen the king on the verge of tears.

ah, so that is the reason why he wanted loki to be taken away so quickly. she confirms to herself. It made sense - why else would he remove loki from the throne room? knowing very well that she could have casted the incantation on his brother where he stood and where he himself and all others whom where there could witness loki's banishment and thus confirm that the trickster would not be able to escape.

Thor did not want his brother to gain anymore satisfactionin seeing him so vulnerable, broken and especially on the verge of tears.This was understandable. The poor boy has been through so much. Agatha sympathizes as she continues to dwell in her thoughts.

Agatha gently makes her way to Thor and steadily takes over the sight In front of him. She keeps in mind that she wants to be mindful of the situation at hand and what Thor has been through.

" what worries you? ...Thor" she asks ; addressing him purposely by his first name In hopes of reaching him beyond the royal formalities of his inherited birthright. Instead, she attempts to reach out to him as the loving grandmother and last blood relative he has left. One who had always shared a close connection with both brothers since they were mere infants.

"Nothing worries me." Thor responds firmly, but untruthfully in hopes of exuding a false sense of valor and inner strength which Agatha immediately notices.

"I see," she responds, knowing very how difficult it must be for him to let his guard down "Thor, you know you can speak freely with me…I am not here to judge you, It is all right , you don't have to harbor this pain alone." She reassures him, reaching for his hand with her own.

"Talk to me" she pleads.

...

Thor hesitates before speaking as his eyes wonder away from Agatha, looking away as he fights the urge to shallow his pride and speak his mind.

"I..I still remember it all so clearly...the visions. They-they come at random… even as I sat here and condemned my brother before you… Agatha, I was going to take his life, I can still feel the air being pulled away from his throat as my grip tighten on his neck" thor states angrily, looking over to loki with an ever present expression of rage as he now seems only able to make as his eyes meet his once beloved brother.

" These Hands" he begins, retracting them away from Agatha's grip as he raises them from his lap and gazes at them deeply. "They were covered in the blood of my father and my alleys on Midgard..The avengers and so many innocent people… how could he go so far to do that to me? How could he - "

"It was not you!" Agatha firmly cuts thor off, reaching for his hands yet again and tightening the grip she held over them . "Don't allow your brothers intentions to fool you, always remember this! Despite what your brother and even your mind may attempt to fool you in believing, believe only in what I speak. You would never willingly do such atrocities. " She states, refraining from going into further details of the horrid occurrence that forced Thor to swear to never return back to Midgard.

"Thor, I want you to know that I am proud of you." Agatha instead goes on to say. "You've done so much in order to save your brother from the path he's chosen to take… in the end, You've ended up giving up everything in the process. It will take time for you to heal from this conclusion, but It's alright thor. You shall persevere and most of all, you won't have to do it alone and you don't have pretend to be strong by yourself. I am here and I will remain here by your side to help you regain your will and strength to move on forward from this. I promise this to you my grandson…my, little king Thor."" She finishes with a warm hearted smile.

Thor lightly chuckles; even smiling as the comment reminds him of the days his grandmother would use the nickname on him as a child . " Thank you, grandmother." He responds back, feeling for the first time since the tragic invasion over earth, a brief pull away from the pain as a slight glimmer of happiness feels his heart.

"Are you two quite done?" Loki states out casually, with a bored and slightly disgusted tone at the moment the two shared. " you know, I'm getting rather tired of being chained to these shackles. "

Thor's attention is instantly flustered by his brothers mockery as he attempts to move forward and address his brothers disrespect but he is stopped by Agatha. " do not let his antic's bother you any further, you have done enough." She states, turning her head to loki who smiles back her." Leave him to me." she exclaims as she begins to make her way to him.

"mmh.. Grandmother, it's been quite some time now.. hasn't it? hmph, yes, How are you doing?" Loki ask's with yet another smirk as Agatha makes her way down the steps of the throne room with her hands beginning to glow a faint aurora of blue, white and green.

dammit. Loki thinks to himself. Grandmother is sparing no time in sentencing me, had she not been here by beside thor I would have been more successful in agitating my brother in removing me from the throne room and providing myself with time to devise a plan of escape.

" you know,It's actually quite Nice to you see again…" loki states onward, attempting to buy himself more time to figure out some way to escape his grandmother. "Though, I will say this grandmother, I can't help but notice how much you've changed. Yes, My, my, you certainly look different with this dwarf like form of yours…Do be careful with those steps, I fear those short, stumpy old legs of yours might not be capable of taking too much movement."

"Ha! child, I have lived long enough to get used to my current form, in fact, I prefer it. but that is nothing you should be concern with." Agatha menacingly states over to loki as she stands in front him, grabbing his hair with both hands as he remains chained on knees. She abruptly pulls his head upward into the air where his eyes meet the ceiling as she herself closing her eyes.

"You will soon have much more to worry about when I am finished with you." She finishes with a smirk of her own.