'Why now?' Because I saw you here, today. 'Do you feel guilty?' For finding you today? No. 'If you hadn't seen me, I'd never know?'
He sighed and leaned to the side, so his elbow could rest on the table. Freyr's party high had long gone. "I was happy to see you, to have such a great reminder of your mother," he started to explain. "I was excited - your mother was a Midgardian. You were half Midgardian. When I lost her, I thought it would be best to keep you here, with your blood family, because I couldn't offer you a mother to raise you. I had no wife. I'd just lost two great loves, so close together. My son has no mother, I witnessed the pain in his eyes every day at her loss. I did not want to take you from the world she knew, and then have no mother's love to offer. I watched over you for a few years, now and again," he gestured the travel from Alfheim to Earth and back again.
"Once I was certain you were safe and taken care of, I returned my focus to rebuilding my kingdom and securing a queen and taking up my duties that I'd neglected for some time." This... was a drag. He hated thinking about the past, but unfortunately, it was impossible for a king and a god not to do, at least on occasion. Like this occasion. The other woman had finally given him the courtesy of an answer, and he wasn't fond. Freyr leaned back in his chair and placed his hands at rest on his belly.
"I was not aware," normally he might've offered a 'my apologies', but he didn't have any to give. The sun god stood and looked down upon the two women before him. "I will not command you to stay, nor your guest, but I will implore you to consider my position in this matter and I will yours. If you would like to continue our conversation, I would be most happy to stay." Out of the corner of his eye, Freyr spied both Pétr and the Allfather coming their way with a purpose in their strides. Or, rather, in Pétr's stride. Thor seemed distracted. Fuck.