Without so much as blinking, Thor reached up and caught the vase that had been thrown at him. Specifically at his head. His sister had good aim. Gently, he placed it on the table beside him, giving her a look to let her know that the next item thrown would not be given such treatment. And if she kept up with this penchant for smashing things against him, he'd have to deal with it.
“I'll stay out of it,” he told her, “if you do.”
Of course she wouldn't. She was Frigg. Which meant he had no choice, really. He couldn't let her meddle, not this time, not when it was going to end up hurting two people he cared about. Loki was his best friend, and he'd grown kind of fond of Sigyn. When she'd shown up on his doorstep, crying, he'd been ready to punch whoever had hurt her. If Frigg had been a brother, rather than a sister, there still would have been punching. Maybe he should throw the vase back at her.
Nah, that wouldn't help anything.
“This is their relationship,” Thor tried reminding her. “Why don't you let them figure it out? You can't run everybody's life, Frigg, and you don't need to. Sometimes, things work out, even without you meddling. Look at me and Sif. Things that are meant to be just happen, with or without you.”