Baldr shared a chuckle with Hildy over the less than appealing facets to these types of get togethers. The dark-haired woman was much more grounded, ironically, than most of the other members of court and this pleased the nature deity. "I could live without nearly all of that," he confirmed with a smirk.
"Well, then. That," Baldr had begun when a sever passed by the lesser flank of royals with a tray of wine flutes. He smiled kindly at the man and took two of the glasses, "is unfortunate." He remarked about her shoes and offered Brünhilde some wine. They watched quietly, without use of subterfuge, when the possible drama had begun. "Freyr's daughter?" Baldr asked quietly. "I haven't spent much time with her." He confessed, but did not want to admit most of his outings into the market had be return trips to Kiernan's pub.
"As best he's able." Baldr would not speak ill of his brother Thor, but the king had certainly postponed any action when it came to Loki. Baldr was not without patience in the matter, but he'd also been very clear about his feelings. "He hopes the truth will set Loki free, but I'm convinced it will do the opposite," he said, then turned his head in time to watch Prince Fjolnir take flight. Baldr glanced back toward Hildy and stifled a laugh. "It's not funny." He confirmed with a grin he quickly wiped from his face. "I shouldn't have laughed." He quickly took a sip of wine to prevent any more mistakes.