Frigg sigh and nodded, not wanting to lose her job over Heimdall, too. She walked up to them and sighed. She was looking to the ground, almost like Heimdall had always done with her. "Why are you here... I'm trying to earn money to pay for MY son..."
"He may be your biological son, but you're not raising him. I haven't asked for any type of monthly cheque, and I don't plan on doing so. Dustin is my responsibility. I'm trying to be a good mom." Frigg said, still not looking up at Heimdall.
"You wouldn't dare..." Frigg looked up to him, eyes starting to cloud with tears. "Don't go to court over this, Heimdall... If you want to see your son... I'll let you see him this once, but I want custody."
"I should get custody really; after all, I have a big house, a good job, lots of money. I could give our son a much better life, and I'm sure the courts would agree. I also have a girlf who's good with kids, and who regularly babysits."
"I have a right to see my own son, and I can give him a better home than you could right now. Of course, there's always the chance we might come to an agreement."