“freya, i can see your interest .. come, sit.” Nanna’s eyes wrinkle in a smile, and she discards her work momentarily to wave her closer. “i don’t bite.”

“my queen,” she corrects herself, setting her sewing needle aside. “you are welcome to join me, it has been .. too long since we’ve spoken.”

“practice, and time .. baldur doesn’t wish for me to do much work. though, i chip in where i can without him knowing.” she hums, folding her hands in her lap. glancing at freya next to her.

“excuse me for speaking out of league, my queen but i will speak of my husband when i wish.”

“again, forgive me when i speak .. but, i do believe he holds the right to speak of you un-kindly. i.. i do not blame him for doing so, either.”

sneaaaking up on ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍‍ 𝑩aldur ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍‍ ..

( grabbing the same body beneath the arms, ) thank you, love. do you think you’d stay for dinner tonight?

he’s ruining the surprise!! jumping anyway, tackling her dear.

she pouts, gently .. ducking her face into his shoulder for only a moment. composing herself. she peels off him, near immediately. “i’m happy you’re home.” her hands fold together in front of her stomach.

.. she takes a deep breath, wringing hands around each-other in front of herself. “i.. have a plan for dinner, if you’re staying home for the night.” her attempts to communicate have gone unheard in the past. aching heart yearns for a connection long forgotten.

( she’s never been the strongest, but if there’s a will .. ) i could — speak to him? it’s not like i often ask him for things.. and much less for my son to be home an extra night.

she shuffles across the floor, watching .. biting hard at her bottom lip as she tries to get to him. she hates to be a burden, to beg and plea with him for a simple dinner. “i may pay a visit to midgard soon,” a lie, anything to catch his interest. “on my own.”

.. he won’t deny me my son — i have never denied him his.

.. when have you ever known me to truly care, ‘seti?

( rolling her eyes. ) i am unbelievably tired of being told what i should think- ( stopping herself, quickly. ) excuse me, hunny. i’m not sure where * that came from.

( she lets the body down with a grunt, and wipes her hands on her dress. ) i’m fine, love .. don’t worry. just .. a stressful few days. we can have dinner when you return, hm? how does that sound? ( liarrrr … Lie! quickly moving on! )