"Were I any good at doing what I am told when it comes to my personal life, you and I would find ourselves in very different straits today," Sif replies to that brief moment of mild dickishness, amused rather than reproachful. She swirls her wine, an escaping droplet finding the back of her thumb and dripping a blood-dark trail that fills the grooves in her knuckle before she wipes it clean.
She listens in silence, attention keenly fixed on her friend across the table. "I know not what we shall find," she says when he is through, "I cannot promise we will return unscathed. But I can promise you that if you have need of me here I will return at once. If he should turn again, I will return. I will visit and I will tell you my tales and you can tell me if you think I grow more mad than I must already be to consider this at all. It is not really so different to our own explorations here within the realms," she suggests with less than complete confidence in the truth of her statement, "Except that we go further afield. Someone must, why not we two?"
Her shoulders are lifted to an arch and dropped, her smile dipping uneven beneath the weight of the conversation. "If you could take this out of me perhaps I would welcome that. I surely did not ask to love your infuriating mess of a brother, nor to be-- unsatisfied with my present lot. But Thor," she reaches across to set a hand on his, gaze and tone laden with the sort of gravity that comes easier to all of them these days, "If you truly wish me to stay.... I don't want to divide us and poison our friendship either. I have thought on this at length and I believe it is a chance to serve Asgard and suit myself at once, but if you disagree...." She spreads both hands, callused palms opened to the ornate ceiling. If he disagrees, then what? Forced to choose between the sons of Odin yet again? That he does not seem inclined to outright forbid her going has eased her nerves but slightly.
Wine is recaptured, nearly polished off before she sits back, the shining bowl of the goblet dimmed as she cups it in both hands. "What did he say, when you two spoke of it?" she wonders, "What did you tell him?"
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Date: 2013-05-31 06:47 am (UTC)She listens in silence, attention keenly fixed on her friend across the table. "I know not what we shall find," she says when he is through, "I cannot promise we will return unscathed. But I can promise you that if you have need of me here I will return at once. If he should turn again, I will return. I will visit and I will tell you my tales and you can tell me if you think I grow more mad than I must already be to consider this at all. It is not really so different to our own explorations here within the realms," she suggests with less than complete confidence in the truth of her statement, "Except that we go further afield. Someone must, why not we two?"
Her shoulders are lifted to an arch and dropped, her smile dipping uneven beneath the weight of the conversation. "If you could take this out of me perhaps I would welcome that. I surely did not ask to love your infuriating mess of a brother, nor to be-- unsatisfied with my present lot. But Thor," she reaches across to set a hand on his, gaze and tone laden with the sort of gravity that comes easier to all of them these days, "If you truly wish me to stay.... I don't want to divide us and poison our friendship either. I have thought on this at length and I believe it is a chance to serve Asgard and suit myself at once, but if you disagree...." She spreads both hands, callused palms opened to the ornate ceiling. If he disagrees, then what? Forced to choose between the sons of Odin yet again? That he does not seem inclined to outright forbid her going has eased her nerves but slightly.
Wine is recaptured, nearly polished off before she sits back, the shining bowl of the goblet dimmed as she cups it in both hands. "What did he say, when you two spoke of it?" she wonders, "What did you tell him?"