Lèse-Majesté | 4-24-2019 | Evening
"Alone again?" Sif wondered aloud as she took in the backlit form of the Allfather on his balcony. "Brooding has never suited you," the brunette pointed out as she neared. She leaned on the railing of the massive outlook, a foot or so away from Thor. "Or perhaps you're just reflecting?" Her smile was small, but present.
"I hope I'm not interrupting." Lie. Solitude didn't suit the king, either. "You once told me that you would have only one wife and mother to your children, pledged to her until beyond life." Sif paused, hoping he'd recall their moment in the vault. Surely he would. "I fully accept that that is not my role; it will never be my place. But your discomfort brings me great pain. If I can counsel you in some way, I offer my wisdom." Perhaps things could be repaired more fully between the king and queen. "If you need me in another capacity," her hand covered his on the railing, "I will serve as your friend in whatever way you require."
Admittedly, Thor's ready smiles lit her heart ablaze, still. Her honor as an Asgardian and as a goddess to other women had helped her cope with the need for inaction concerning the Allfather. There would be a cost for what she'd just implied, she felt, but it was something she was willing to pay for.