Odin does in fact have another heir with which to replace Thor; one whose bed she had left as quietly as she had been able once it had become obvious that sleep was not to be had. The casual--and, she thinks, without malice--way in which Loki is unthought of makes Alexandrie arch a brow that is lowered as quickly as it had twitched upwards. Even so, the greater opportunity for vengeance against Corypheus and the Venatori who had murdered Frigga that the Inquisition affords is very likely a greater lure now than even what approval could be gleaned from Odin.

It is as reassuring as such a thing can ever be. She blows on her tea to aid in cooling it and watches the ripples.

"It must be a difficult thing for someone accustomed to command to serve beneath another," she murmurs. "More now, that your faith in her has been dealt a blow."