Re: Pretty things...
Skadi came and sat in the chair she usually occupied opposite the fire, while Freyr sat on the floor atop a plush, woven rug. He looked up at the giantess once she'd settled, then smiled at her as his hand moved toward the fire, and he patted the air gently until the flames shrank down. "I thought I would have fewer duties once we were blessed with our new Allfather," Freyr joked, very much in agreement with the blonde's thought about alone time. "Alas..."
"My mind?" A glint showed. "Your shoulders without that robe," now, anyway. He moved to his hands and knees from sitting and crawled across to her, then rested his bearded chin on Skadi's knee. He looked up to her with mischief in his eyes, but instead of upsetting their peaceful climate, he kissed the knee and sat back some. "My children." Fuck. Killjoys. "Mostly the girl. It has been weeks, wife, and yet I wait..." The fire grew taller again behind him.