Re: Sif, Hermod, and Open
Hermod glared in Loki’s direction. The damn Trickster had not even noticed him. Hermes was with Loki? He couldn’t really say anything bad about that. He knew what kind of god his fellow messenger was and he would always think of the Greek as his friend. Just as a friend who needed to keep better company.
“Yeah, I knew he was out. Dad told us. Said we can’t do anything to him. We’re just suppose to let him walk around like nothing bad ever happened.” Hermod felt years of anger coming up. He had to stop that. He could not make a scene in a public place like this. That would just piss his father off. Instead, the Messenger grabbed the first drink that he saw pass by on some server’s tray.
“Thor might be a jerk, but you’re better off with him than with that,” he told Sif, waving his hand in Loki’s direction. He knew it wasn’t a fair thing to say. He didn’t really know how his half-brother treated his wife, but everyone had a pretty good idea. “Sorry. I’m just… Frustrated. Bragi is missing, probably hurt pretty badly, and Loki is here having a good time.”
Hermod quickly downed his drink. He had no idea what it was but it tasted a lot like paint thinner smelled. He was certain that his throat was going to melt straight down into his stomach. It took only a minute for the alcohol to reach his brain.
“Excuse me, Sif,” he said, handing her his empty glass. “I have to see a man about his horse.” He went straight over to Loki, fully intending to simply tell him to leave Sleipnir alone. Hermod did not want the horse to get upset.