The Lady Sif (strandsofnaught) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-05-01 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, sif, thor odinson |
Who: Lady Sif & Thor
What: Revenge is a dish best served with laser dots
When: 25th April [Backdated]
Rating/Warnings: Green
Sif could not recall a time where she had enjoyed a time as much as she had in the time she and Thor had spent teaching those young unfortunate children who had seemed to think that they could grope and run. They had been lucky that Thor had found a more… civil way to resolve the issue or Sif would have very gladly broken the arm attached to the hand which had reached for her ass. Apparently such displays of strength and aggression were not well received on Midgard which Sif knew from previous experience but it certainly had not stopped her from being who she was regardless of how it would be received. It was called… Laser Tag and it was not as full contact as Sif might have liked, but she had definitely gotten a real sense of achievement and satisfaction from witnessing the children's crushing defeat as a result of her and Thor’s seamless and perfectly executed battle plan. Now that the game was over Sif and Thor had taken to the streets of New York and had spent many an hour conversing and engaging in discussions they had not been able to in many a year. They had stopped at a hotdog vendor and with many a hotdog in hand they had finally settled upon a bench where Sif attempted to eat the hotdog without being assaulted by ketchup. “That was enjoyable,” she shared with a smile as licked at the corner of her mouth to capture a bit of ketchup. Thor chuckled. He had enjoyed Laser Tag but would have preferred to have played the game where paint was fired in small, bright pellets. Perhaps next time they could challenge a bunch of random youths to a game of paintball. Of course, he would prefer to do such a thing randomly and without the inciting incident of some impudent idiot attempting to touch someone whom he had no right trying to do so. It had taken a great deal of the diplomacy he had practised not to snap the man-child’s fingers and arm. He had a paper plate in front of him and three further hot dogs that were just waiting to be eaten. He was taking less care than Sif was; ketchup was settled on his fingertips as he devoured the second of his five hot dogs that had been purchased. “It was,” he agreed with a small smile, slowing down only when he realised that Sif was taking considerably more care with her food than he was. He cleared his throat and grabbed a napkin, wiping his fingers off with it and then, with a clean one, offering it to Sif because she had missed some on her face. He looked at the sausage and bun and then back at her, “You know,” he said, wanting to impress her with his knowledge of something Midgardian, “the name of this food is a misnomer. There are no actual dogs in it.” “No?” Sif asked, looking at the hotdog in her hands as if she had been somehow betrayed by it. “I would not have known that if you hadn’t explained it. I have had a thing called a hamburger and I know there is no ham in that, but did not realise the same could be said for a hotdog,” She took the napkin with an appreciative smile. “What on my face did I miss?” “I believe hamburgers are made with the meat of cows, not swine. Midgardians have a great deal to learn about the naming of their food stuffs.” He frowned a little, feeling like something on the edges of his consciousness was wrong but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Just a sense of being ill at ease, a rumbling deep in his chest and a tugging at the back of his mind that something was Not Right. But he pulled himself out of it as Sif took the napkin from him and smiled. “Um, there,” he gestured vaguely at her face, and then at his own. Sif frowned when Thor seemed to drift for a moment and she waited for a moment until he seemingly had come back to himself. “Are you well?” She asked, momentarily distracted from cleaning her face of ketchup. She had seen that look before, on the Allfather, and she knew better than to ignore it. Thor pulled himself back from where his mind had drifted, eye unfocused for a moment. He blinked, cleared his throat and took the napkin from Sif’s hand, reaching across the table and clearing the ketchup smear away with the napkin, thumb following a second later to make sure it was all gone. “Yes,” he said with a half smile, though he did not quite believe it. He cleared his throat again and nodded. “I’m fine,” he told her. “Are you enjoying your not-dog-meat hotdog?” Sif did her best not to let the internal reaction to Thor’s thumb on her face show on her face as that would be beyond embarrassing, especially as she had been harbouring feelings for the longest of times and Thor? Well, he had made his feelings abundantly clear and she really needed to stop being such a child about all of this. Honestly, even Frigga had tried to talk to her. And she had done a great deal of work in the last however many years to move herself past that so she needed to focus, clear her mind, and not read into anything that was not so because that was the first step on a very long very troubling road. “As long as you are sure but you if you need to speak of anything that is troubling you then you know I am here for you the same way you are here for me.” She did not like to think that Thor was carrying a burden that she could not help him share as they had done many battles. A nod soon followed. “I am enjoying it immensely. It is very good. Volstagg would approve.” Thor chuckled. Whatever had happened before the timeline had drawn him in… he was still dealing with the deaths of his friends. With everything that had happened, he had barely had time to grieve for anyone. Even now, he was focused on trying to handle things here. Grief could wait. It would have to. “I know, my lady,” he told her softly, a small smile on his lips. “I appreciate it. And I am glad you are here.” When she mentioned Volstagg, he felt that now-familiar stab in his chest before he pushed it aside and chuckled. “He would have purchased everything from the poor vendor, perhaps not even waited to put it into a bun.” “I am glad as well,” Sif returned with a genuine smile. She did not think she would be anywhere else right now, not with everything that had happened and with all that Thor and the others had been through. Her banishment was mild in comparison. She gave a small laugh at the thought of Volstagg and how he might approach the vendor and the food. “And Fandral would be far too distracted by all the women exercising to be concerned about food.” Thor laughed and it felt like it had been such a long time since he had done so. The weight of all that had happened was still sitting heavy upon him, a burden that was his alone to bear and he knew that but still, the laughter was a surprise. “Very true,” he agreed, lifting his hand and touching the patch that covered his empty, scarred eye-socket. “And as always you would have been wrangling us all to try and make sure that nothing disastrous happened.” He reached across the table and caught Sif’s hand, hers slender and pale in comparison to his broad, golden-skin tone. He squeezed once. “What would we have done without you, mm?” he asked, that affectionate smile on his face again as he withdrew his touch, returned his hands to the hotdogs he was yet to finish. Sif turned her head in time to watch as Thor reached up to touch the patch covering the space where his eye had been and she would have done the same if not for the sudden feel of his hand on hers. “Gotten yourselves killed,” she returned with a self assured smirk though as his hand pulled away she did curl her fingers back in towards her palm, the lingering warmth of his skin ever present. She picked up her last hotdog and finished that off, still very much enjoying it. “Or into more trouble.” Thor chuckled again and he, too, picked up his hotdog and started eating it. “And that hardly bears thinking about,” he said with a nod. “Thank goodness you were there.” Swallowing his mouthful so as not to be uncouth, he added, sincerely, “Thank Odin you’re here.” |