Odin let out a brief grunt of acknowledgement as the horn was passed to him. Taking a drink, he realized the handmaiden was still standing there. Lowering the horn he turned his head to look at her to inform her that he would call if he needed anything else, and that's when he noticed.
This was no handmaiden. This was Frigg.
When had all that happened?
Odin had been gone for a while, but he wouldn't have thought he was gone so long as to miss her growing up. She was Frigg. His stepdaughter was hardly worth a second thought most days. But this beautifully formed creature before him was nothing like the awkward, scrawny child he'd first met when he married Jord.
He liked what he saw. And when Odin saw something he liked, he usually found a way to get it. With women, that generally involved a bed, or at the very least a private bit of floor. Pity they were in Jord's home. Maybe he could find a way to fix that?
"Frigg. Forgive me, I didn't realize it was you. Would you care to join me? We can share the horn."