Sylvie did an excellent job of hiding her confusion. Most might have been fooled. But Frigga could feel it pulsing through her. She could feel it more so because it matched the emotion going through her own being.
Her head tilted, taking in those words. She'd so longed for Loki to be returned someday. It didn't matter to her that the child was clearly not the one she had raised almost their entire life. What did matter was how guarded the woman seemed. So cautious. Very much not her ask forgiveness, not permission son.
"You are," she agreed. "And yet, you're not. Not mine, are you? Another world's Loki, choosing another path, perhaps?" Though she was still aching with confusion, another ache was taking over. The need to comfort her baby. To make this better for her somehow. And the only thing she could offer was an explanation. "If I didn't already have a granddaughter and a daughter from other worlds, I might find your story a bit more doubtful."