You are our son (джен)

Loki stands in the weapon's vault, his fingers curling around the Casket of Ancient Winters. He feels its coldness brushing against his fingertips and knows that it holds all the answers he has sought out for so long. He knows too that his life will never be the same. Then he hears footsteps behind him but this time, it is Frigga and not Odin who has followed him into the vault.