[Now he does stop. Now he does stare after Loki- this Loki. His brother was a fine actor. His brother could lie with every semblance of truth in his eyes. But his brother has never, not once since the truth came to light, speak of Odin with anything less than complete and utter scorn. Contempt. Loathing.

This Loki merely said 'your father' as though it was something known to him and little else. That rage is gone.]

...Who are you, truly? That is not- Jotunheim was not invading. Jotunheim was under attack. By you, using the Bifrost as a weapon against them. I shattered the bridge to stop it- and you fell. I caught the spear you held and nearly fell after you- but Father- Odin. Odin caught me by the foot and I had to watch you let go rather than live knowing you were a Jotun's son.