Re: But he was my trouble.
"Hardly," Nathaniel answered the question about Freyr's picture being the reason he arrived there with the attitude it deserved. "I would not," he told her of the picture of Starlord's quill and made a mental note to test out that Peter Quill voodoo doll he'd constructed. Kidding... mostly.
"Always," he assured her, because that's what he would always claim about his work - especially to his queen. Eva had been his reason for existing (post-Snap) and his ability to reconcile with his son. Not to mention his comfortable position. And all it had cost him was his undying loyalty. Fair trade.
"I had a thought about the basin," he'd started and put away his potato accented phone. "The vessel could work in tandem with any instrument. Probably something Odin kept close." Logically if you went through the trouble of hiding one half in Hel... you probably keep the other half close.
"Stop that," he told her of her smile. "I'm trying to focus on work and you're distracting me with your... glamouring," he rubbed his eye to prove that she'd, in fact, hindered him. After a moment, Nate betrayed a smile of his own but needed to immediately defuse it. "It was small, right? Peter's quill?"