Freyja began to head to the sitting room, not bothering to see if Thor would follow. If he wanted to talk to her, he would have no choice but to come along. She flowed elegantly across the floor, until one thing he said made her almost lose her stride. And her temper.
Settle? For Valhalla? Was he kidding? Her own anger was tempted to flare, but Freyja reminded herself that this was a protective father just caring about his daughter's well being. She was just going to have to convince him.
She took a seat, again not waiting to see if he followed suit. A pitcher of mead appeared. If Thor didn't want any, Thor didn't have to have any. But it gave her hands something to do.
"Thor." She began as she poured herself a glass. Another empty one was suddenly there, in case he changed his mind. "There is no greater honor for a woman in Asgard than riding with the Valkyries. Would you have her sitting in Frigg's hall, playing with yarn and wasting her days as a simple maiden? Or as a wife who must maintain a household, ultimately accepting whatever her husband bids of her? Is that really what you think she deserves?"
She paused, taking a drink, finally looking up at him. "Thrud is your daugher, Thor. You raised her, in a house where strength and honor and might are revered. How can you expect she would be any different?" Between her brothers and her father, and even her mother, for that matter, this was not a girl that would ever be content to sit in the carriage when someone else drove the path of her life. She would want to hold the reins herself.
"She wants this. She wants the excitement and the glory. Not to mention she gets to see her good old dad in action on the battlefield when we collect the slain."
Freyja paused again, taking another drink. He would have objections. Plenty of them. And she was more than prepared to answer them all. Thor wasn't the first father whose daughter had chosen this path.