A backdated conversation.
"...We are not going to discuss this with your mother at this time. This is very important, Scotty. She has a lot to deal with with the baby coming and the doctors, and this conversation would not be good for her condition."

"Okay."

"Now let me be very clear that the way this was gone about was not okay. Things could have gone very, very wrong. If an emergency comes up again, you have to make sure to get in touch with us or with an adult -- a real adult. Preferably not Asgardians, either. You don't ever just run off and threaten dangerous beings, not even to help someone."

"...okay."

"That being said, those were good reasons to want to do something, even if you shouldn't have. And navigating your way around the worldship, and retrieving the nullifer -- obviously you got very lucky, and it could have been a disaster, and I am worried sick, but...I'm also very proud of you, Scotty."

And Kristoff, crouched next to him, pulled his son into his titanium-alloy-coated arms.