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The grand hall was packed with attendees, including the gods of the Aesir, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and several Asgardian commanders. At the forefront of the gathering stood Natasha, Wanda, Sergey, and their allies.

The throne at the top of the steps remained empty. Beneath it, standing before the gathered gods, were Thor and Odin's wife, Frigga. At the center of attention knelt Loki Odinson, one of the day's protagonists.

Loki lowered his head, his expression unreadable. He knelt silently on the smooth floor, his life seemingly at the mercy of the onlookers.

A heavy silence hung over the hall.

Natasha, Wanda, and the others observed the scene quietly, occasionally glancing around the grand palace, their curiosity evident.

Loki had betrayed Asgard, colluding with the infamous Chitauri to declare war on the realm. His actions were treason of the highest order. If not for his status as Odin's son, Loki's fate would have been sealed by the executioner's axe.

Frigga stood tall in elegant, luxurious attire, her gentle demeanor unshaken. Her face, though regal, was tinged with sorrow as she gazed at her son. Loki remained kneeling, refusing to meet her eyes.

Unable to bear it any longer, Frigga descended the steps. The movement caused murmurs among the onlookers, and some gods instinctively reached out to stop her. After all, Loki had betrayed Asgard and led an invasion—no one could predict if he might lash out at her.

But Frigga paid no heed to their concerns.

Her gown trailed behind her as she knelt before Loki, lowering herself to the polished floor. She gently took his chin in her hands and tilted his face upward. His disheveled hair framed a countenance marred by scars and bruises. Frigga's heart ached as she tenderly touched his injuries, a ripple of healing energy emanating from her fingertips.

In moments, the wounds on Loki's face vanished.

"You shouldn't have done this, my son," she said softly.

Loki's lips curled into a bitter smile. His voice, trembling yet laced with defiance, cut through the silence.

"Frigga, I've already told you—I am not your son, and you are no longer my mother."

Thor's expression darkened at Loki's words. His hands clenched into fists, and he took a step forward, growling, "Loki!"

Before he could act, Frigga raised her hand, halting him. She kept her gentle gaze fixed on Loki.

"A mother's love will always endure, even for a wayward and angry child," she said. "Your words once hurt me deeply, but I understand. These are not your true feelings."

Her calm tone pierced through the tension in the hall.

"Anger clouds your mind," Frigga continued. "But now... I see something different in you. Something foreign."

Loki's body stiffened. His face betrayed fleeting emotions—unease, pain, and a hint of struggle. He trembled as he forced himself to speak.

"I... I am not your son. I'm nothing but a child adopted by the enemy," he stammered. "I have never betrayed Asgard, because I was never an Asgardian. The blood of the Frost Giants—whom you deem lowly and despicable—runs through my veins."

His declaration drew grimaces from Thor, Sif, the Warriors Three, and many other gods. Some among the more temperamental deities looked ready to lash out, but a glance from Frigga quelled their anger.

Frigga's eyes softened as she cupped Loki's face once more. Shaking her head gently, she said, "You are right—something is indeed not as it should be. What is affecting your thoughts and consciousness?"

Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes. A serene, inexplicable force enveloped them both.

This power drew the attention of Natasha, Wanda, and the others. Wanda's sharp eyes narrowed as she recognized it instantly.

It was a form of spiritual power—immense, majestic, gentle, and sacred. Like a mother's embrace, it radiated tolerance and calm, soothing even the most restless emotions.

"Of course," Wanda murmured, raising an eyebrow. "As Odin's wife, Frigga truly wields extraordinary abilities."

While mother and son shared this silent, spiritual communion, Loki began to tremble. Pain etched itself into his features, his pale skin growing even paler. Yet he endured, refusing to utter a sound.

After a moment, Frigga withdrew, releasing him. Her eyes burned with a mix of sorrow and fury.

"Someone has tampered with your mind, Loki," she said softly. "This is not the real you. I can see your pain, and I swear I will help free you from it."

Straightening, Frigga turned to the Asgardian guards stationed in the hall. "Take him to the dungeons," she commanded.

"Yes, my Queen!"

The guards stepped forward, lifting the visibly drained Loki to his feet and escorting him from the hall.

As Loki disappeared from view, Frigga addressed the assembled gods. "Loki has made grave mistakes, and he will face the consequences of his actions. However, someone has manipulated his mind, using him to strike against Asgard. We must remain vigilant."

Her calm yet resolute tone left no room for dissent.

"Yes, my Queen!" the gods responded in unison. They exchanged glances, murmured among themselves, and eventually departed. Despite Loki's betrayal, the gods' loyalty to Odin—and their respect for Frigga's wisdom—remained unshaken.

Once the hall was empty, save for the Warriors Three, Sif, Thor, Wanda, Natasha, and Sergey, Thor finally broke the silence.

"Mother—" Thor began, his voice tinged with urgency.

But Frigga brushed past him, approaching Natasha and Wanda instead. Taking one of their hands in each of hers, she offered them a warm, sincere smile.

"I am deeply grateful for everything you have done for Asgard," she said softly.

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