Thor was such a fucker! "C'mere," Freyr had grumbled before returning the larger man's embrace. "Put yer stick down, pot-stirrer," the fireman ordered his king. "I haven't had much of anything," he admitted, eyes scanning the room for the red-haired harpy who seemed to be playing the most epic game of hard-to-get since he'd wooed Gerdr. "I sent her some gifts. We'll see what comes of it." Women, right? "Woes aside, because damn them," he laughed, then leaned in close to the other king who'd finally sat the Hel down. "Another ankle nipper? For Odin's sake, man." More laughter and he backhanded Thor's upper arm in congratulations. "Gonna hafto enlist Heimdall to keep track of 'em all, before long."