Re: Lèse-Majesté | 4-24-2019 | Evening
Thor was uncharacteristically caught off guard by Sif’s approach, but the Allfather did not betray that in his body language. The king’s shoulders remained broad and strong, and his fingers danced lightly on the balcony’s rail. “I hardly brood,” he defended himself with a small smirk of self-awareness. “Reflecting, mulling over, brainstorming perhaps...” he clarified toward his friend with a tone that she would understand as playful, but reserved.
Lady Sif, his dear nearly-lone surviving compatriot, continued and Thor’s face appeared pained that she felt the need to explain herself so. “Sif, your wisdom has been one of my greatest allies,” he admitted, slightly embarrassed by the conversation she’d referred to. “Sif...” he hesitated because this was a conversation he’d hoped to postpone until he knew... well anything. “You are so very important to me and I’ve frankly been avoiding...” he started to explain then turned to face her squarely. "Avoiding this conversation," he said with visible pain on his face. "I haven't behaved worthy of my titles, with you or Eva," he shared his shortcomings, something rare for the monarch. "I have much too much work to do within my marriage before I could..." Love another? Seemed terrible to say, but the fact he and Eva's marriage to this point had involved a third was just a fact. "Even consider asking anything so forward of you," he added and attempted to be vague. "If you want my honest opinion, you should ride on horseback away from me," he told her with a self-aware grin. "But a friend," Thor's hand landed on Lady Sif's shoulder and his eyes appeared brighter, "is something I'm very much in need of," he assured her and allowed his back to lean against the rail.