Thor Odinson, the Allfather, protector of the nine realms, God of Thunder, King of Asgard, and husband to the greatest woman in those nine realms... was happy to wait in the wings and let Freyr run the show. The King of Alfheim was incredibly good at captivating an audience. Thor gladly played part of that audience with his family, Eva at his shoulder (her arms full of Torben), and Mateo at his hip. "Nine realms be blessed!" Thor echoed the final statement then helped his wife and two pups to their appropriate chairs. He gently placed a thoughtful kiss on Eva's forehead when he spied Skadi's approach. The King turned, greeted the queen with a reserved bow but quickly excused himself toward the red and green bearded bastard to her side.
With what sounded more like a grunt during a wrestling contest than a greeting, Thor wrapped up his follow king in a hearty hug and nearly picked the wider man up off the throne. "Good speech." He finally complemented the other god, one arm still around Freyr's shoulder. "I'm glad I ensured everyone you still had it," Thor teased, unable to hide the grin on his face. While Freyr might not have been everyone's favorite royal, nobody claimed he was not the best Jól master of ceremonies in existence. "I hope you've had such luck with your personal affairs."