Odin's Chambers, Asgard
At the top of the palace, there was a small figure on the balcony. It was a burdened Odin, looking out over Asgard.
Frigga entered to find Odin standing lost in thought.
"How could you have done this?" Frigga asked.
"You saw his misery, his pain," Odin said. "This was the only way."
"But banishment? You would lose him forever? He's your son!" Frigga said.
"What would you have done?" Odin asked.
"I would not have exiled him to a world of mortals, stripped of his powers, to suffer alone. I would not have had the heart for such cruelty!" Frigga cried.
"I sent him to her," Odin said. "It is the only way he will ever find happiness."
"And what of your word?" Frigga asked. "The goddess—"
"Loki is mortal now," Odin said. "And so is his love. This breaks no taboo."
He looked up at the sky, a pained expression on his face.
"I, too, grieve the loss of our son." Odin said. "But there are some things that even I cannot undo."
"You can bring him back." Frigga said.
"No. His fate is in his own hands now." Odin said.