Freyr was down the stairs in a moment (perhaps a little unnaturally fast), and caught Freyja's wrist to yank her away, putting himself between her and the door. "And I told you not to," he said warningly, no longer smiling. "Don't do it, Freyja. You never can leave well enough alone, can you?"
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
Oh well, Hermes. Looks like he was coming for the Greeks sooner than anticipated.