Sorry, lazy chapter today. It's one of the deleted scenes.
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"How could you have done this?"
Frigga rushed at him, her skirts caught up in her hands, her face lined with worry and dark with anger. Her breast heaved and she stopped directly before him, demanding explanation.
Odin flushed with rage his own. Once, only once, he would have his wife's support in the raising of their sons. "Do you understand what he has set in motion?" he demanded of her. "He's taken us to the brink of war!"
"But banishment?" tears wavered on the edges of her eyes, "Would you lose him forever?" she pleaded, "He's you son!"
Odin watched her. "What would you have done?" he asked.
She faltered, "I would not have exiled him to a realm of mortals," her voice was unsteady, and he would comfort her, but he had none to give. "Stripped of his powers," she continued, "to suffer alone. I would not have had the heart."
"That is why," he bit the words off, "I am king."
She would protest, but she had no voice.
"I too grieve the loss of our son," he struck his chest, "But there are some things even I cannot undo."
He thought of Loki. Of the knowledge almost certainly that he had gained on their misguided quest. And he knew that he had to go to his son.
The floor rocked under him.
"You could bring him back," Frigga pled.
"No!" Odin roared. Then he gave a soft breath, "Thor's fate is in his own hands now."