There was a long moment where Loki said nothing but just looked at Odin with narrowed, suspicious eyes and furrowed brows. What good was this information to him? Especially now. Was this supposed to show the true reason why Loki wasn't formally punished for his hand in Baldr's death? “You're mad,” he said after such a long pause and stared at his blood-brother with increasing suspicion. “You knew and you did nothing.”
Then skepticism took over. Loki shook his head. “You knew, did you? You knew what would happen, what Hod would ask of me? How your wife would all but ignore him and drive him to that day? You knew that and still you did nothing.”
He put his hands on his hips and frowned, “I don't think so. The Norns don't dictate everything in this world. I believe in free will. It was my choice to guide his hand, not that of some batty old woman. I may not be a killer, but taking Fimafeng's life was my choice.”
Starting to pace, he continued. “My choice, Odin! My choice! It was the choices I and every one of you made that led to this moment, not prophecy. I can only be second leg to schemes and a jester for everyone for so long before I've fucking had enough.” It wasn't the first time Loki had expressed his distrust and dislike of the so called prophecies that were to come to pass. Most of them were never revealed as prophecy until after the fact, which seemed... to Loki, a clever distortion of what the seeress had actually seen to make it fit the situation. And Odin was clever, not always as wise as it was spoken that he was, but very clever.
More clever than Loki himself? Possibly.
But no, it was not the first time these opinions had been expressed, but the first time with such vitriol. “Oh, Loki is convenient to have around when they need something, eh? But beyond that, they hate him. They hate me! They've always hated me. Even your own wife can't stand to be around me unless it's absolutely necessary and it's been that way since day one. I'm a tool to be used and tossed aside.” He didn't say it, but he felt it deeply. That those that did not hate him were destined to suffer for it in some way.
Loki was bitter and perhaps going a little mad himself. Deep down, the idea that Odin may have known Hod's fate as well and did nothing to stop it made bile rise in the Trickster's throat. Hod was an innocent boy. Nay, man. He was a man, then. And Loki had looked upon Hod as if the boy was one of his own.