Re: Thor, Sif, Hermod
"You know, Thor, I might have thought that just once you could put aside your pride for your brother's sake!" Sif called to his retreating backside. He'd been absolutely no help at all. Stubborn, arrogant man. She actually thought of going after him and making him talk to her when she was suddenly bumped. Hard. Turning, she found herself face to face with another of Bragi's brothers. One that hopefully would be a little more receptive to her request than the last one.
"It's alright. At least I wasn't wearing an underwire." That was just to see if Hermod's blush could grow any brighter. Actually, her halter top meant she wanted no other support, and it rather hurt, but she couldn't very well stand in the middle of the party rubbing her breast.
Sif was amused that with as much time as he spent around the Valkyries, the messenger still got flustered around women. She often wondered if he was really Odin's son, or if Frigg had been a little busy behind his back. Wouldn't be the first time, she knew.
"Good luck, if you were looking to talk to Thor. Of course, he'll probably be far more pleased to see you than he was to see me." She bit her bottom lip, realizing she shouldn't probably be talking ill of Thor to his brother.