[ Loki balls his hands into a tight fist. The urge to draw out his knives, to threaten, to hurt was overwhelming. If he could make Thor lash it, then it would be easier to breathe. Violence made sense. Seeing Frigga once more did not. It ate away at his sanity, trying to fill in the possibilities Loki used to run himself in the ground for. Did she smile? Did she know? Did she realize it was the last time, did she even think to say something, leave something for him, was it another lie, another ruse to drag him back into — ]

No, it's only your guilt you indulge in, isn't it?

[ His eyes glitter. ]

And why should I feel guilty? I never had her trust. All I had were her tricks. Make up your mind, Thor. Am I or am I not her son?