Oh thank heavens, they weren't going to Asgard. Iris was very grateful for that fact. She would see Sif again, unless forced to travel to the Norselands in winter, in the spring. She was going to remark quietly to Hera that she was quite sure Heimdall ogled her from the second he saw her enter his view well until she disappeared into someone's hall and then back again until she was out of his reach. Iris didn't mind her beauty being appreciated by men of all shapes and sizes, but there was something about the way some Norsemen looked at her that make the Rainbow afraid if she turned her back on them, she'd get clubbed over the head and dragged off into a cave somewhere, then taken advantage of in order to claim her as theirs.
They truly weren't as uncivilized as that, at least Iris hoped not, but she still felt that way sometimes. She wondered if that was similar to how they acquired wives and Iris would ask Sif about the actual courtships involved in proposals for marriage in her pantheon, but that risked causing her friend offense. It wasn't worth it. Iris would just keep an eye over her shoulder every time she wandered through Asgard without an escort.
But when Hera actually explained what it was that Iris was there to do, she was admittedly a bit confused. Going on fact-finding missions with her employer wasn't exactly in the top ten list of things they did. And while it made sense for her Queen to be interested in the activities of her child, Ares tended to favor areas of conflict.
Dirty, messy, bloody areas of conflict.
Iris restrained herself from saying, “ummm ok....” in confusion. It was an undignified response and less than Hera would expect from her. Instead, she looked around at first and prepared a bit more clear a response. “Alright,” she answered. “Where should we start?”