“What?” Iris asked and immediately went to her friend and brought Sif in for a short embrace. Short, only because she wanted explanation. The two Norse princes had been dead for... a few months only, right? Or had it been more than that? Time was hard to keep a real grasp on sometimes. Even so, things should have calmed down a little by now. But here was Sif saying that she and Thor were done and that everything was a mess.
What in Tartarus had been going on in the north?
Iris had the sickening feeling in her stomach that not only was she going to hear about it from her friend but that it wasn't going to please her in the slightest. Something told her it was going to be... well, not good was an understatement.
“I don't understand. Did you leave him? Thor was so devoted to you.” It didn't add up. Not at all. Sif wasn't the type to up and leave her husband on a flight of fancy. Did the notorious Thunder God, well known for his temper and lack of control, attack his wife and she was left with no choice? But, he was so devoted to Sif, and who wouldn't be -Sif was wonderful, so that was unlikely.
This was going to require alcohol, wasn't it? “Can we sit somewhere and have some wine?” In her hand appeared a pitcher of a deep red wine. Dionysian. It wouldn't make things better, but it would ease frustration and relax her enough to tell Iris everything without hesitation. Because if the Rainbow was going to be any help, she needed to know everything that had happened.