Freyr was lucky to make it out alive after being taken by the Einhrejar. They'd roughed him up pretty good and he was still a bit doped up on Freya's healing medicine. As he was now, the God was fairly lax. You were tasked with taking care of him, which you didn't mind. In fact you'd insisted you be the one to care for him. You wanted the extra time to spend with him. He'd worried you.

"You don't need to be so uptight, you know." He teases. He's been focused on the crease between your eyebrows lately, even in his dazed state. "You're make yourself age quicker."