Frigga and Loki
Loki started chuckling when his mother started to speak. But the mirth quickly froze on his face. The thought was one of horror. Being undead, it made him vulnerable in a completely new way. To a necromancer, he was a slave. It made him shudder.
"Dear mother, may I say the conversation about grapes and wine was much more enjoyable... let's not spoil the evening with talking about one of the clear signs that father was terrible at parenting," he said. The thought was too much for him. She was right. Hela would turn him into a terrible weapon if she could.