Freyja couldn't help the little upturn of her lips as the great Thunderer glowered over her. She simply couldn't help it if she was amused. Intimidation had never worked with Beauty, likely never would. She was used to getting her way. No doubt Thor was also used to getting his; she just used different methods to achieve it.
Which meant a far lower volume. Usually. There was that time that...thing...wanted to take her and Sif away, but Freyja had made it very clear that she was not about to become someone's toy. Loki paid for that in a way he certainly hadn't anticipated, but Freyja had remained exactly where she wanted to. And it was still a much more subtle method of convincing than what Thor was currently up to.
She waited until his beratement was complete before saying anything. Not that she could have gotten a word in if she tried. Freyja just stood there, looking up at the god who probably thought she should crumble under his gaze. At least he hadn't threatened her. She had nothing to fear of such idle talk, but a threat would get him firmly removed from her residence. Even if she had to call Heimdall.
When he paused, Freyja just smiled sweetly at him. "Hello, Thor." As to his question of what she "thought she was doing", she decided to hold onto that for a few moments. If she went off on him the way he was going off on her, it would accomplish nothing.
"Don't you know this has nothing at all to do with a 'flying horsie'? Before we go any further with this conversation, what do you say we discuss this like two rational adults in my sitting room? I'll have some mead brought out, and then we can talk. You know? Like civilized people?"
Okay. Maybe a little jibe. She'd had to save her door from certain doom, after all.