She didn't budge as he cursed loudly or bumped his head, only watched, rather apparently unamused. "I don't drink milk. And I don't eat meat. And I drank all of the beer last week." Her frown deepened, eyes flashed feircely, tone clipped. At the moment, Jord was conflicted. A part of her was angry, yes, a part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off, because he had been a part of her pain and she didn't want to see him or start buying things that she hadn't ever bought before or any of it.
But there was a greater part of her that wanted to hug him and kiss his forehead and feel his strong embrace, because he was her son, her pride and joy, and she truly loved him more than anything. She truly had missed him.
So when Thor approached her, it wasn't hard to let him wrap his arms around her, and after only a moment of tension, she relaxed against him, her head falling low on his chest - he was over a foot taller than she was - and her arms wrapped around his sides, and she sighed greatly. The wind stopped, the room began to warm.
"You have been awful," she stated, frowning. "But I suppose you are back now. And well, I could've used the protection a few months ago, and I don't mind dogs. I've only recently been out of them."
It should have seemed strange to crumple those thoughts together, but it didn't, not to her. Jord had never been a clingy mother, but she was the Mother, and she knew her son well, loved him always. The goddess sighed. "A phone call might have gone leagues toward easing my heart..."