Sigyn had asked him to wait at the big portals of Odin’s hall while she would talk to him. He had agreed without hesitation, and waited. Calm at first, trying not to moch the guards, he started pacing up and down the corridor eventually.
He was worried. From all that he knew about Odin and all the rest of this realms citizens he expected him to not give hin, and tht he wouldn’t allow his adoptive son’s son to participate in fighting for Sigyn’s hand. Still he hoped, against all odds.
As the portals finally opened, and Sigyn stepped through, he feared - again - that he had been right from the beginning.