"Guess that's what you get when an animal beds a queen."
"Oh! Oh-hoho! Hooo..." Freyr laughed loudly and openly at Logan's description and glanced to Thor to see if he'd heard (no, sad), then clapped the furry man's shoulder as he gaveled his fist against the table once. In lieu of continuing his private jests with Logan, once he'd sat back down and his wife was settled, Freyr dragged the blonde into their chat. "Gingers," he took a swig of ale and a bite of a... bread. A biscuit. Midgardian fluffy thing. "are beautiful," the king countered the 'animal'. He grinned, though. "But blondes..." he held his hand over his heart and sent a wink to the even-faced woman at his side.
More children, though... "Who knows what shade they'll emerge?" Freyr laughed and used his pinky to sneak closer to Skadi's hand, then used it to give her own pinky a little caress. "Aye, we're discussin' it, that we are." Anyway: "Donnae let Thor take all the credit fer that one." Prince Mateo. "An' I'm still not sure if Baldr didn't father the wee one." Prince Torben, that was. Black curls, short stature, much too nice.