"Mother— please! I am fine, me and Loki are fine!" She sighed while cooking scrambled eggs for her son. "There is nothing bad happening. Fandral was probably drunk when he told you all those facts." Putting the eggs on a small plate for her son she watched Narvi whine out for his food. "Narvi, one minute. Mom, really, your worrying too much—" She set the plate before Narvi in his high chair.
"Lies or not, you are obviously not thee happy girl we once knew!" Freya set her cup down firmly and sighed, lowering her voice. "My child…we miss you, greatly. You caused so much grief in us upon your leave and-…we understand that our restrictive parenting may have caused it. Now you have a life, a child, and this house. Just come stay for a little while, just to visit?" She turned her head, hearing Loki walk down the stair case.
He entered the kitchen, weary eyed and dazed, “Coffee, I need cof-…oh, it’s you two,” he said with a smirk. “Welcome to our home, mom…dad,” he sarcastically spat.
Narvi babbled quietly and mushed his eggs into his hands before sticking it in his mouth. He eyed the forming tension and began to eat quicker.
Sigyn quickly got a cup down for him from the cabinet and made his coffee the way he liked. Walking up to him she didn’t realize her hand was shaking a she handed him the cup. “Here, sorry. I did not know when you were going to wake up. Do you also want breakfast?” She asked quietly and their was a heavy stillness to the kitchen.
Iwaldi finally spoke up, “It’s 10am, doesn’t your husband work? I mean, he has to do some type of job to be able to afford all this, am I right?” He glared over at his son-in-law and placed his coffee cup down on the counter.
"Father, really?" She rolled her eyes and went back over to the stove. "He works at home, isn’t that right, Loki?" Sigyn looked over at him nervously. She didn’t want to start any fights this morning and he father defiantly was brewing up trouble.
With a grin on his face, Loki looked to Sigyn, and then to her father. “At home, of course!” he took a sip of his coffee. “I…sell things I make in my workshop. I’m a pretty fine craftsman,” with a chuckle, he walked over to the stove, where his wife was standing. He gave her a firm tap on her bottom and whispered in her ear. “Fun games you’re playing, my wife…”
"What brings you two here, by the way," he asked her parents.
"…Sigyn has not visited her parents in such a long time, and we wondered if she would like to take a vacation with us. Just a small one-, just to get away from it all-"
"Get away from all of what?" Loki interrupted rudely. "She’s got everything she’s ever going to need right here, in the home I provide for her. Isn’t that right?” he glared at Sigyn, taking another sip.