But Frigga didn't need a giant flashing neon sign to tell her when her son was lying. She sighed a little and then went with the change in topic. She had raised her sons as best as she was able; they were now men fully grown by the standards of Asgard, whatever their relative age. She could advise, would suggest, would even question their suppositions and assumptions in order to lead them on the path she believed to be correct, but in the end Frigga would allow them to chart their own course. She would not seek to interfere.

"Lighter things, then," Frigga said. She glanced around her living room and sought a change in topic. But she was only a goddess, after all, and subject to the same curiosity as every mother. "Will you tell me how you first came to decide upon your lady, or shall we abandon the topic of relationships all together?"