"Oh, Leo, you've come to Asgard. Welcome."
Loki raised his head and glanced at Leo outside the door, speaking calmly. His tone was placid, as if he had no other emotions at all.
Anger? Hatred? Fear? It seemed he had none of them.
Huh? Why did Loki seem a little happy?
Leo hadn't expected Loki to be so calm and composed. He was still sitting where he was, flipping through the book in his hands.
It was as if he weren't in a prison cell, but in his study.
"There was a battle in Asgard today. Did you know? The Dark Elves invaded."
"Oh, really? So what?" Loki remained seated, speaking indifferently.
"I'm here to tell you some bad news."
Leo looked at Loki, who remained completely unmoved.
Loki didn't speak. There was no expression on his face, either, but he felt a faint sense of foreboding, along with a regret he had never experienced before.
"Frigga was seriously injured. The Cursed Warrior stabbed her, and she's now hovering on the brink of death. As for whether she'll pull through, I don't know either. Don't get your hopes up."
A trace of sorrow suddenly appeared on Leo's face, and he spoke in a somewhat low voice.
Those words left Loki stunned for a second.
Then Loki's eyelid twitched involuntarily. He looked at Leo and gave a slight nod, indicating that he understood.
Then he turned his gaze back to the book in his hands. His extreme silence immediately made his attitude clear.
He didn't want to say anything. Even Leo, standing two meters away, could sense that icy emotion.
It seemed that no matter how long Leo continued speaking, Loki wouldn't pay him any attention.
Seeing Loki like this, a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Leo's mouth.