Fenrir made Hel laugh, if just for an instant. Not cruelly...but yeah, Dad, for all of his fondness of bathes, was kind of needing one now. She grinned at Fenrir and reached out, fingers sliding lightly over his head. Fearless, even though she maybe should be a little more leaning away. But Dad was talking, and she looked back at him, chewing her lower lip.
"Fuck that, she doesn't deserve you. She's the twisted bit-woman that threw over Odin and everything and did nothing but back him when he was being an evil-ass." She'd drop her hand from Fenrir and go to scrub a light hand down Loki's spine.
"We'll see, okay?" It counted for something. And she didn't know. Maybe...just maybe...Frigga really meant it.