Stolen (part 7)"Remind me why I agreed to this," Njord growled, watching as Lady Sif attached the last of Sigyn's baggage to her horse.
"You didn't," Frey reminded him cheerfully. "She never asked; she just came home, told you she was returning to Loki, and started packing."
"And you called that warrior woman to help her move because…?"
"Because, while Sigyn could acquire all the help she needs with little trouble, it would raise a few questions if she had a pack of dire wolves carrying her things back to the palace."
His father glared at him. "That's not what I meant."
Frey rolled his eyes. "If you can't figure out that answer, you must be getting senile. Now cheer up, Father. It's not as if she's going to another Realm. You can see her every day if you want to."
Njord glared. "And you want me to completely ignore the fact that she's returning to her murderous trickster of a husband?"
"You mean the murderous trickster who stopped his brother from killing the Light Elf sentries because