All thelugh the tale, Thor sat rapped with attention, on the edge of his seat. He had not even drained his second horn, but it hung by the straps between his knees, as if prepared to fall in shock or offer its bearer solace. Thor looked confused, genuinely, and blinked at the Jotun upon his bed. "The Asgardian did the honourable thing. How is it we never knew this? It is not something I had learned. If it is truth... I am sorry for your struggle, Laufeysdottir. It must be terrible for you not to have learned of this for so long."

Thor would saddened to learn that Loki thought so little of him.

"How is it that knowledge of you came to Frigga's ears? Your magic, perhaps? She has always had such keen affinity for those that share her gifts..."

His mother was a good woman. But he knew she always wished for a daughter. It is why she allowed Loki to dabble in magic for so long.