"Dismal" Loki said dropping a chip onto his plate, Freya sat at his right hand as always. She shrugged putting down her book
"Someone's in a defeatist mood" she commented gathering up the empty plates and cartons "But that doesn't mean you can stop eating"
Loki plucked her book form the couch skimming over the pages disinterestedly "Boredom the plague of this land" Freya rolled her eyes "I am honestly sorry for marooning you here, especially in that dull place"
"I'm happy if you are" She replied, but was he really happy. Loki shook the thought off accepting a kiss on the cheek before Freya strolled off to bed