"And there was no need for your imprisonment to last forever," Frigga said. "What makes you think you were kept there for sport? Who came to jeer at you? There was no one. If there was, I would have known."
In fact, Frigga had kept very close watch over Loki. The only times she had not been present where when he and Odin spoke and Odin ordered her to leave... as Loki now revealed. And that also struck her to the core, that her husband - Loki's father - would seek to strike such a deep wound within their son. How frustrated Odin must have been, how hurt... and how completely inexcusable. She shut her eyes and exhaled, a quiet, pained sound. He was not here for her to yell at him, and she would likely never see Odin again. Instead, she had to find a way to reach Loki, for the sake of whatever time they had left together and however long Loki would remember.
"How similar you are," she said at last. "Both of you know well how to take a partial truth and use it as a weapon. I thought that often, in that year, but never did I see it as clearly as I do now.
"As to the rest," she opened her eyes, "I have told you that we did not tell you of your adoption from the beginning because we did not wish to hurt you, nor for you to feel different or outcast. It is apparent to me now that we were not successful in that, and that is to my deep regret and shame. But I do not regret calling you 'son' when it has made you my son. That is not a lie. You were not brought into our household out of trickery or deception, though it may seem that way to you now. It was out of compassion and out of love that Odin brought you to me, both for you... and for me."
Odin had done his best to keep her shame and grief from the court. Perhaps he had succeeded and Loki truly did not know. It was not something Frigga spoke of with her customary frankness and ease.
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In fact, Frigga had kept very close watch over Loki. The only times she had not been present where when he and Odin spoke and Odin ordered her to leave... as Loki now revealed. And that also struck her to the core, that her husband - Loki's father - would seek to strike such a deep wound within their son. How frustrated Odin must have been, how hurt... and how completely inexcusable. She shut her eyes and exhaled, a quiet, pained sound. He was not here for her to yell at him, and she would likely never see Odin again. Instead, she had to find a way to reach Loki, for the sake of whatever time they had left together and however long Loki would remember.
"How similar you are," she said at last. "Both of you know well how to take a partial truth and use it as a weapon. I thought that often, in that year, but never did I see it as clearly as I do now.
"As to the rest," she opened her eyes, "I have told you that we did not tell you of your adoption from the beginning because we did not wish to hurt you, nor for you to feel different or outcast. It is apparent to me now that we were not successful in that, and that is to my deep regret and shame. But I do not regret calling you 'son' when it has made you my son. That is not a lie. You were not brought into our household out of trickery or deception, though it may seem that way to you now. It was out of compassion and out of love that Odin brought you to me, both for you... and for me."
Odin had done his best to keep her shame and grief from the court. Perhaps he had succeeded and Loki truly did not know. It was not something Frigga spoke of with her customary frankness and ease.