Frigg waved for a handmaiden to drag a chair over for her. As appealing as the idea was to have to bend over with her bottom in his direction as she dragged a chair to be beside him, being pretty certain that he would look, it would be too obvious. As would crawling in his lap. She was not a twelve year-old adolescent girl anymore. Climbing into laps was for children, for those who sought comfort from a father or spouse, and for those who wanted to be blatantly obvious what their intentions were. And blatant intention was for scarlet women. Frigg was no scarlet woman, she was determined and ambitious.
She would certainly not be just giving it away. She wanted more than to be a notch in someone's bedpost. She was going to get something out of this if it got that far. And what she wanted would probably strain her relationship with her mother even more than it had been thanks to the prophetic visions coming true.
Once the chair was brought a comfortable distance away from Odin's, Frigg shooed the handmaiden away and scooted it closer to him. Not too close, where her intentions might be suspect, but close enough that if he chose to try to touch her, he wouldn't have to reach far. And it was neither too far or too close to interpret anything other than a conversation was taking place between she and her step-father.
“Share the horn?” She asked with a faux innocence. “Instead of hog's milk or water? You jest.” Oh, she was not unfamiliar to the beverage contained in the horn. Her mother never let her, no, but there were other places a budding woman could gain life experience in a variety of ways... and those tended to involve the sons of other men that were naught but a jaunt away. She and Fulla had done quite a bit of that, and it was a great and wonderful thing that Fulla was so skilled at keeping Frigg's secrets. Jord never need know.
But even though she had tasted the honey'd beverage before, it played more in her favor to seem a bit more... innocent. At least that was her suspicion. It had worked with others, after all, and she wasn't nearly as willing to give, nor had she fully given up, to them what she was willing to do now to get what she wanted.