“What do you mean,” she started, the tone of her voice short and curt, “you worked too hard to get them together?” Frigg was confused by that statement but more than that, she was irritated. Had this all been some grand secret that everyone was shading from her? How many others knew about this? “Are you telling me that you knew about this the entire time?!”
She stood up then, unwrapped the blanket from around her and tossed it over the back of the chair. “And what's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?” Her finger shot out to point accusingly in her brother's direction. “You know damn well what happens to anyone who gets mixed up with him. How is that not going to end in utter disaster for her? I am thinking about her future... not indulging some little... infatuation... that would ultimately end with her being emotionally crushed when he flounces off somewhere for six months or a year... Ire, Rome, Muspell, Jotenheim... Greece.... who knows? Who cares? Good riddance.” Frigg gritted her teeth.
“And she finds out he's been off with one of those... favored mistresses of his he's got all over. Maybe he'll bring some new brood of freaks back here.” She crossed her arms. “Who is going to tell her they are so sorry and that they never saw this coming, Thor? I'm not going to lie to her about it. Are you?”