“I should meet your family. You have managed to pull ahead of me there.” The thought of going to Jotunheim was a long-held desire for the prince and he would not take the invitation lightly. They would be journeying back and forth once they were married but he could meet those who would now be his family before then. Surely! “And I would like to ice fish, truly. Though Asgard freezes over come winter and the mountains are perpetually snow capped, I would like to try the sport in the land it is meant for.”

Sif, for the moment, had fallen silent. Hogun was always silent and so that was no concern but the lack of chatter with his friends left the fiery redhead on edge. “I think,” Volstagg bellowed, “we should leave the royals to their royalty and return to the palace…?”

Fandral and Sif both gave him looks, but nodded. Fandral’s voice was smooth. “Oh, I suppose. Acting as entourage for a man not interested is no fun at all. Thor! Behave yourself!”

Thor glanced over his shoulder. “It is I that should offer you that advice, my friend!”