How could she be so naive when it came to him? It was a folly of his own, of course it was. Loki was himself once so naive to think he was capable of loving, of cherishing. He was not so certain about that any longer.
"And what, pray tell dear daughter, do I do?" he laughed darkly, "You wish me to beg on bended knee for her to not tell her husband how I nearly ripped the life from the mother of his children?"