Frigga's Visit
"Odin continues to bring me new friends. How thoughtful." Loki says sarcastically while briefly watching some guards escort some of the savages from Vanaheim to their cells as his mother's illusion appears. "The books I sent... Do they not interest you?" Frigga ask even though she knows what her favored son's heart truly desires. "Is that how I am to while away eternity... Reading?" He ask bitterly as he begins to pace. "I've done everything in my power to make you comfortable." She tells him while forcing herself to remain calm and fighting the urge to scratch her palm.
"Does Odin share your concern?" Loki ask keeping his bitterness as he stops paces to come rest his hand on the back of a chair in the center of his cell. "Your father -" She finds herself unexpectedly interrupted. "HE'S NOT MY FATHER!" Loki yells throwing Frigga even more off guard. "And am I not your mother?" She ask in bewilderment as he walks away from the chair and turning his back on her. "You are not." He says dryly regretting his words instantly as he turns back to face her. "Always so perceptive of everyone but yourself." Frigga responds softly without bothering to hide the hurt she feels.
Revealing his own hurt, Loki comes to his mother clearly wishing he could hug her. She watches brokenheartedly as her son somberly approaches her knowing he didn't mean his hurtful words. Both remain silent as they touch hands to end their short, emotional visit.
