That she was under his protection and care was a form of love already, really. Even if Loki didn't see that. Then again, Frigga had pointed out that he was always perceptive except with himself.

Idly, he wished he could talk to her. Not about any of the things he should say, but about this... It was a stupid thought, but one that crossed his mind anyway.

"...I respect you. Which is why I share them with you." He'd respected her enough to agree to not manipulate her. He couldn't always promise or give her honesty, but he was trying.