ᛚᛟᚲᛁ has a silver tongue. (the_trickster) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-02-02 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, loki odinson, sif |
Who: Sif and Loki
What: Sif goes to casa de Asgard for answers, and Loki will never voluntarily answer a knock at the door ever again. Amen.
When: after Sif met Strange
Rating/Warnings: Green
Sif had done as instructed by Stephen Strange, she had followed the map and the arrows which had led her through some rather interesting sights. She herself was an interesting sight, but each time she caught somebody gawking as if they were using their mouth to catch flies she'd offer the "Comic con" excuse and then they'd be on their merry way.
It still astounded her how binary the people of Midgard could be, but then she supposed ignorance could be in fact bliss and there was very little point in inciting panic given that crowds tended to be stupid and had a tendency to trample. Let them believe that she was attending this thing called Comic Con, especially if it meant they left her be and she could find her way to her fellow Asgardians.
It had been a long time since she had last set eyes on Thor, long before her banishment as he had taken to Midgard like a second home or rather the allure of Jane Foster had proven too much for him to resist. The remembrance of that brought with it a dull constant ache that Sif carried with her as it had been during that time that they had lost Frigga and Sif had felt her loss as if it were her own mother who had been killed.
Still, no time for lingering or regrets, not when there was work to be done.
She passed through the door to the apartment block that the map had led her to and made short work of the stairs. Sif could have used the elevator but she didn’t trust a small box reliant on the mechanical workings of Midgard so she chose the lesser of two evils, it would also give her the chance to collect her thoughts and ready her greeting.
A murmur of the apartment number had her rounding on the place which upon closer inspection smelt an awful lot like smoke and immediately Sif’s danger senses went on high alert. Had they been attacked? Were they in need of aid? It would be impolite to simply kick the door down and had she been Sif of a few years back she would not have cared for that but she had learned on a few occasions that people did not really appreciate nor favour that approach.
With that in mind she raised her fist and rapped her knuckles against the door a few times.
Everyone else was out being occupied with Midgardian pastimes, and only Loki was home to hear the knock on the door. It was likely the elderly woman across the hallway, wondering if she could use his oven since her kitchen had to be repaired from recent festivities.
Prying himself off his leather couch - HIS - with a glass of wine in one hand, Loki walked over and opened the door with a smile. The refusal nearly passed over his smiling lips, when it suddenly registered who was standing there.
"Oh shit," he whispered, glad he wasn't sipping wine this time, right before giving Sif a beguiling smile that he knew wasn't going to work in the slightest.
"Lady Sif," he said, not exactly moving out of the doorway to let her in. "What a surprise it is to see you in Midgard. I trust the journey was not too taxing?"
Oh shit was a rather apt remark from the mouth of the one called Loki as it was no secret of the ill feeling Sif had bore Odin's youngest son ever since he had betrayed them all and attempted to usurp the throne. She had thought him dead but here he stood as well and alive as one could hope and immediately a fury unlike any other (save for when Frigga had been killed) came forth and immediately her hand went to the smaller blade at her thigh.
Blade in one hand she was free to grapple Loki by his shoulder until she had rather forcibly and aggressively slammed him against the wall with the rather sharp edge of her blade pressed against his throat.
"What trickery is this?" She murmured, voice low and filled with a cold anger that was would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You're supposed to be dead." Or at least that's what Thor had told them and she wasn't about to call Thor a liar, not when it had pained him to speak the words.
Well, this was a predicament. Loki looked appropriately admonished, although it was with the slightest undercurrent of humor, even with his back against a wall. Literally and figuratively.
It could throw another complication into things, or it could throw further fuel onto an already glorious fire. Loki liked challenges, and finding ways around those challenges, after all.
"It's good to see you too," he said, tilting his head to the side a little to give the blade better access. "I was quite grievously injured. It took an overly long time to recover."
A long time writing plays and attending boring meetings, and being fed grapes by lovely Asgardian ladies. Ahem.
Oh, but that was not as interesting as this development was. His lips pulled into the sort of smile that made it seem like he was seconds away from plucking a canary feather out from between his teeth. The flesh of his neck pressed against metal until it left an indentation, yet not enough to draw blood. It was an open invitation for Sif to follow her whims or do her worst, while deliberately leaving out that he was under Thor's good graces for the time being. Harming him without him striking first might reflect poorly on her, and perhaps gain him a single strand of sympathy to cling onto. He was content to see how this would play out.
Oh, wait. Where were his manners.
"Would you care for some wine and the pastries known as pop tarts?" he asked, because he would hate ever so much to be a bad host.
Sif did not favour nor appreciate the way in which Loki’s lips curled into that smile and she knew his mind was far away from here, probably working out how best to turn the situation to his advantage or even better yet how to take the apparent trust shown by Thor and throw it back at him. It was after all what he did best. There had been a time when she had looked upon Loki with favour but that time had long since passed, especially when his loyalty had been tested and proven false
“More’s the pity,” she bit out between her gritted teeth and as tempting as it was to press the blade a little closer, draw blood and end Loki right here and right now she had enough sense to recognise that he was clearly welcome by Thor. She hoped with good reason that he had not been blinded by his brother’s serpent tongue and knew that the trickster despite all protestations could not be trusted.
She warred with herself until she finally drew her blade away and released him from her grip. “Consider yourself lucky this day, Loki. Had you not been guest in this home and welcome then your head would quickly decorate the floor.” Sif had after all enough trust and respect in Thor to hope and pray that he knew what he was doing and she wasn’t about to mar her once chance of reconnecting with him by starting things off on the wrong foot.
Banishment had not been easy, torturous in fact.
“We are not done,” she stated very matter of factly before as swiftly as she had arrived she left, Thor was not here after all and she had no desire to spend any time with Loki if it could be avoided.