The mention of Frigga hit him as though a blow from Mjolnir, though he did not allow it to show upon his face. Whatever private grief he held for that woman was his own, never to be shared with those of Odin's get.

"Mourn? Do not jest, Thor. You abandoned my 'body' to the carrion eaters and left me to rot upon the surface of that pestilent realm."

He twisted the truth to his own ends, as always, in order to wound. He had known Thor must leave the body for the fight had not yet ended, it had been what he counted on in order to make his escape. It still did not remove the thorn that he had not been worth abandoning the fight and the mortal for, that his body had not been carried forth with respect.

"Now release me, lest you wish me to force you to do so. I will not be held here with you, for there is nothing left to pass between us now but blood."