Loki looks at Freya thoughtfully and then hinting he says, "Mother he needs someone... Maybe you could help." He then looks at Eris grinning, "My love, I am no longer distraught." his nerves tingle with hope for her acceptance of the word and worry because he is not sure he will be excepted.
I warm up in anger, at them trying to keep Acky away from me. "No. She's Queen, and he's still young. He is a warrior, not a king!" I yell out, the thought not crossing my mind I'm technically the Queen of Asgard, although I'd happily hand the crown down to Loki or Thor.
Loki sensing Freya's distraught,"It may be childish of me but maybe Freya and Acky, I mean she is available now... If you don't mind my saying so mother.."
I beam, happy my son acknowledged me. Thanking him, I give him a peck on the cheek. "No my darling. You more than anyone should know how unhappy I was with your father. A lot of the reason being the way he treated you, and his god awful favouritism."