"You don't know Heisenberg?!!"
Faced with the utterly bewildered expression on her future son's face, Frigga was practically speechless.
After everything Heisenberg had done, even if you didn't know your grandfather's name, you should have remembered Heisenberg's name by heart!
Although Odin's death had been glorious, and the succession to Asgard's throne had followed ancient laws.
Still, no matter how glorious it had been, even if Odin himself had felt neither sorrow nor hatred over his death.
None of it changed the heart of the matter: Heisenberg had killed your father!
And after something like that, you said you didn't know Heisenberg?!!!
In the span of a few moments, Frigga's brow furrowed deeply.
She quietly moved a little farther away from Thor while secretly gathering magic between her eyes.
Although her instincts told her that the child before her shared her blood, that he was her son.
The result of their conversation made her wonder whether this fat fellow was part of some scheme devised by Malekith.
Or perhaps not Malekith at all, but some other treacherous figure who believed Odin was dead and had infiltrated Asgard in disguise, intending to meddle with this beautiful divine kingdom!
With that, Frigga's eyes, brimming with boundless magic, immediately saw Thor through completely.
A moment later, Frigga withdrew her gaze.
Whether it was that bloated body or that shallow, foolish soul, no one knew a son better than his mother. The man before her was undoubtedly Thor!
But why didn't he know Heisenberg...
After another brief hesitation, Frigga vaguely found the answer. She sat beside Thor and wiped clean the tears from her fat son's chubby hands.
Watching his mother's actions, Thor's mind still had not caught up. He grabbed her hand and asked with a solemn expression.
"Mother, what exactly is going