Fandral spun his sword within his hand with the same ease another individual might turn a fork, and set the point of the blade into the floor as he closed each of his hands around the hilt. It seemed he had found a chink in the armor of his liege after all.
"You must know that our people do not smile upon your union." Fandral decided not to mention any specifics that he had heard, as he continued. "But I wanted you to know that I do."
Sensing that the spar would likely wait, he sheathed his sword and approached his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I have never told anyone this, Thor, and if word of it spread it would well ruin my reputation. But I, Fandral, was once in love with a woman of Midgard just as you are with the Lady of Foster."
He let his hand slide down as he thought back through his long years. "They were the best years of my life, and I would trade them for nothing, but..."
"It could not last. My life with her, as wonderful as it was, could only be a moment in all the years I have lived. For while I remained ever youthful, the hands of time gradually worked at her until she eventually passed from the world.. and I returned to our own."
It was incredibly rare for him to open up about anything, and so he took a moment to collect himself before concluding.
"I'm not trying to depress you, M'lord. Do not mistake me. I merely wish for you to know that I have stood in your place, and knowing what I know, I believe you should pursue each and every moment you can with your Lady regardless of what anyone else in Asgard thinks."