Loki had just been told that the girl he'd be working with was young and pretty and from another happening agency. He wasn't really looking forward to it, but the money was good. He decided to tell Freya afterwards, when it was too late for her to make a fuss.
Freya would still be asleep by the time Loki got home, so that would be a good time. Freya was nice and cozy underneath the blankets, which she had tugged from the other side of the bed and were holding on to tightly.
When Loki got home, he was slightly annoyed by this, but couldn't be bothered to wrestle the blankets from her. He just took another blanket out of the cupboard instead.
Freya sat up, startled, "What? Is it morning all ready?" She looked at Loki, "Oh, it's just you." She laid back down and moved over to give him some space. "How was work?"