"I suppose, congratulations are in order," said Odin approaching Loki doesn't answer, rose from kneeling at her grave did not face him. "You defeated the Jotunns, for good…With the help of hunters." Not in any sort of mood for this greens rolled and over his shoulder Loki told him:
"If you've come to condescend, spare your breath. I don't care."
"I suppose not," Odin shrugged stopped by him. "Why should anything I say matter? When ever has it-"
"It mattered," asudden snapped Loki glared at him steely. "More than it should have for a long time, and I was foolish for letting it."
Aback taken both, and considerably saddened Odin's one eye briefly softened, before forth he faced somberly comments: "…Well, I'm glad you came to your senses…
…I suppose there's no point, and for whatever scrap it's worth…
I'm sorry."
Althemore shocked Loki eyed him bizarrely. Gravely Odin faced him spoke on in earnest. "…For what I'd said…For lying to you." Greens faltered chest at the next phrase tightening. "…I thought I was protecting you. I was wrong. Your blood is that of the Frostline," reluctant then states acutely fazing Loki: "Your, birthmother, was, raped, and murdered, by your birthfather." Greens rapid welled Odin didn't couldn't face them. "…Your witch and wolf nature could have meant your death, and I, and Frigga, had not wished to torment you in what precious years of life you'd had left because, the truth is cruel," risked a glance the look on Loki's face of such hurt upset him greatly. "But it is reality, that which you cannot conceal or deny," he turned in full faced him, more serious but softly tells him: "As you cannot, that she loved you…That I…love you." Tears fall Odin's own eye wells he mumbles: "…For what little that's come to matter," touched to his son's shoulder a firm hand before he'd turned then walked away, left Loki there with this all to digest acknowledge, and believe. Sharply at his heavying chest and shooting pains he exhaled pinched shut his wet eyes, washed down his face a hand, looked at her grave heavier cried fell to his knees sat silent, clutched at the dirt and grass let grief consume him, let it in let himself grieve.