Nothing about this was good. She wanted it to be good. She wanted desperately to be overjoyed for him, and perhaps had this news come to her under other circumstances she would have been hesitant but still pleased -if only based on information received about the goddess secondhand. But after what she had seen unfolding in that bar, and then knowing that rather than face it all responsibly, Bast had fled the scene like a child... it was very unsettling.
"She scares me, darling, and not for the reasons you might perhaps think." That was the only way Frigg could think to begin. She opened her eyes and looked at the fire, adding, "I know her mother. It was one of the first tasks your father sent me on alone after we married. Some sort of diplomacy thing down there -since he wandered the nine worlds it was good for me to gain some ground as well, I gather." Frigg turned to look then at her son. "All mothers speak of their children. Usually to brag, but at times... at times... to give advice through experience during the difficult times."
Taking a sip of her tea-whisky concoction, the worry lines on her face were evident. "I don't think she'd harm you directly, dear. I'm worried you'd become collateral damage because of someone else.
"What if she hadn't been fighting Ninkasi, but another Sumerian?" She asked, reaching for his hand. "You know she spares us because she sees Thor as her brother, and by proxy we then are her family... therefor to her you are family."