Thor assents to have his wine cup refilled, bumping the little vessel closer to the other warrior so that she can fill it. If he notices his friend is being weird, he's kind enough not to mention it. The pride of the Aesir can be prickly, and Sif's is arguably the most prickly of his own little pride of friends, little doubt something to do with the arduous path of a woman warrior, what grief she'd faced, before and more lately. Anyway, it'd be very dickish to prod at her now, and he doesn't really entertain the thought in earnest. So nervous! What could she think he'd do?
"You didn't really listen, last time, when I forbade you to kiss my brother," Thor recalls, with a furrow in his brow. Okay, maybe just a little dickish-- but really, only a little. "I have nothing but the greatest hope that Loki will find peace and fulfillment, and love free of disfiguring expectations." He curls his heavy hand around the cup, when it's been filled, drawing it closer to look at, his own blond shape blurred and bruised by the dark luminosity of the drink. He doesn't drink yet. "The same for you.
"We have seen much trouble within Yggdrasil of late. I fear that you and Loki will be a loss that we can not afford. And I also fear the strange sands and unsung horrors that might wait beyond the Tree, that might turn Loki against you, as he was once before, or drive you to forgetfulness and-- lunacy-- as I have felt its touch, myself." What other word could there be, for the edges of the hollow Thor feels in his soul, if not for lunacy? Something was taken from him. He barely comprehends it, but he knows in his bones, deeper than the core of Mjolnir, that he wouldn't wish it on anyone.
"But," there's gravel in his voice, merely serious, "so too do I realize that denying you this journey would be to divide us, poison our friendship again, and weaken Asgard in doing so." Thor tilts his head forward fractionally, about as close to a concession as Thor is going to make while making conversation over wine cups. He's a little better about it when, for example, the results of his grievous errors are blasting a dinky New Mexican town apart with balefire, or demanding he smash his rainbow road to Jane apart lest destruction befall an entire planet, or. Well, Thor's made a lot of mistakes in the past, and shouting at Sif about fraternizing with Loki was one of the smaller ones, to be honest.
Thor can learn from even his lesser errors, though. "If I could take the wish from your heart without injuring the rest, I would. But I know I can not."
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"You didn't really listen, last time, when I forbade you to kiss my brother," Thor recalls, with a furrow in his brow. Okay, maybe just a little dickish-- but really, only a little. "I have nothing but the greatest hope that Loki will find peace and fulfillment, and love free of disfiguring expectations." He curls his heavy hand around the cup, when it's been filled, drawing it closer to look at, his own blond shape blurred and bruised by the dark luminosity of the drink. He doesn't drink yet. "The same for you.
"We have seen much trouble within Yggdrasil of late. I fear that you and Loki will be a loss that we can not afford. And I also fear the strange sands and unsung horrors that might wait beyond the Tree, that might turn Loki against you, as he was once before, or drive you to forgetfulness and-- lunacy-- as I have felt its touch, myself." What other word could there be, for the edges of the hollow Thor feels in his soul, if not for lunacy? Something was taken from him. He barely comprehends it, but he knows in his bones, deeper than the core of Mjolnir, that he wouldn't wish it on anyone.
"But," there's gravel in his voice, merely serious, "so too do I realize that denying you this journey would be to divide us, poison our friendship again, and weaken Asgard in doing so." Thor tilts his head forward fractionally, about as close to a concession as Thor is going to make while making conversation over wine cups. He's a little better about it when, for example, the results of his grievous errors are blasting a dinky New Mexican town apart with balefire, or demanding he smash his rainbow road to Jane apart lest destruction befall an entire planet, or. Well, Thor's made a lot of mistakes in the past, and shouting at Sif about fraternizing with Loki was one of the smaller ones, to be honest.
Thor can learn from even his lesser errors, though. "If I could take the wish from your heart without injuring the rest, I would. But I know I can not."