That was unusual. For everything that had happened, Freyja did not expect to find the son of the trickster here. No magic could fool her, and even though his facade was different, there was no hiding his true self from her, who knew magic so well and so intimately, she (and her kin) had taught the AllFather himself. “Fenrisulfr. I did not expect to find you in Midgard”, she offered politely.