Chapter 269: C261
How Loki goes too far, to put it bluntly, is rooted in Asgard's family dynamics. But Loki's actions were not entirely his own. Manipulated and tampered with, his thoughts twisted in an attempt to harm Asgard, Frigga found herself unable to stand idly by.
Asgard had never been so weak as to refuse to fight back when attacked. Grudges were typically avenged swiftly. Yet, Frigga's resolve was firm: as long as Loki's mind remained affected, he would not reveal any information. Struggling against another consciousness and consumed by his suffering, Loki turned his back on Frigga, refusing to engage. He sat on the cold floor, eyes closed, shutting out the world.
Frigga watched him, helpless. After a long, silent moment, she sighed and turned to leave.
She didn't see Loki's eyes snap open as soon as she was gone. His expression, once anguished, twisted into one of indifference and cunning, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Weng!
Without moving a muscle, a faint ripple of green light and shadow flickered across his form before disappearing. Outside the prison, a pair of Asgardian guards patrolled past, glancing briefly into the cell. They saw Loki sitting motionless, his back turned, seemingly meditating. Satisfied, they continued on their way.
But the real Loki was already gone.
Having grown up in Asgard, Loki knew every nook and cranny of the realm. He understood its operations, its defenses, and most importantly, its weaknesses. The dungeon, designed to hold the most dangerous prisoners, was equipped with a strict surveillance system.
Upon entry, prisoners were fitted with special shackles around their neck and wrists. Crafted by dwarves, these restraints suppressed all energy within the body. Their dense, enchanted materials made them nearly impossible to break. Even if someone could muster the strength to do so, any attempt to breach the shackles would trigger a devastating explosion, obliterating the prisoner on the spot.