Loki was quite sure those were not the words Sif had used but there was no way he was going to explain to Thor how familiar he was with the color vocabulary of his wife when she preferred to be sleeping or undisturbed. Sigyn had quite a colorful vocabulary now that he thought about it, which would have been more amusing if not for the situation at which she had been using it in and...
At which point the thought reverie was interrupted by Thor asking if Loki had a girl there and was lifting the bed up, which of course meant Loki was up now to avoid falling off the bed. Crude, and rather vulgarly, he argued, “does it fucking smell like I've had a girl in here for the evening?” Because Thor was not stupid enough to not know what a room with fresh sex stank in it smelled like. Nor was anything particularly disheveled... or
What? Brooch? What brooch?
“What are you talking about, a brooch? There hasn't been anyone here in a while other than myself.” Fancy and painted? The only fancy painted thing was the damn headboard shit thanks to Sigyn. What the fuck. What was he doing to do about that anyway?