Thor had risen first at the sight of his queen, a contented smile when she and Prince Torben entered the room. She looked radiant as always and he chuckled at her modest proclamation. "Probably my fault," he admitted and assumed if he'd begun to eat the rest of the party probably would have. "There's my little man," Thor spoke to his son with a tad happier voice than he normally used and smiled at the growing toddler. The Allfather gestured for Torben to come to him once he was released, but the king could not compare to pizza or his brothers. "Figures," he smiled then turned to Brayden once he'd spoken. "Trouble?" the Odinson repeated with a small chuckle. "Young Nathanielson, you haven't even touched trouble compared to those amongst this table," he assured the boy with a smirk and a wink. "For better or worse, everyone here tonight is family," the king decreed. Which included Heimdall and Brunhilde, who were wandering around there somewhere.