Sif's nerves have been on plainer display than she realized already tonight, but never moreso than now when Thor clasps her arm and the tension ebbs out of her in such a rush he'll be able to feel the moment her shoulder goes slack in release.
She doesn't really trouble to hide it, head dropping forward into a bow that's more relief than respect, and she stretches out a hand to grip his arm in return. Silent until he rises and she shoves back the chair to get feet beneath her, stepping around the table to capture Thor in a hug. One arm is up over his shoulder and one wrapped beneath the other before he has time to avoid it should he have wished to, her grip tight. "Thank you," she says, lifting her head to repeat the words less muffled by his shoulder, "Thank you."
She'll set a hand to his face before she really draws back, palm to jaw, fingers catching at ear and neck like he does to her sometimes though she lacks his ability to literally palm her friend's head. "I will return," she swears, eyes bright and serious, "Before too long, and sooner if ever you have need of me." She presses a kiss to Thor's cheek and leans her forehead against his temple for a moment, and while she has always been more affectionate with her friends than most would credit, this is perhaps edging into effusive.
But they have not really ever said farewell before, not like this, and so any joy at his agreement is tinged with melancholy, longing for the home and friends she hasn't even really left yet. And tamped down beneath it the constant awareness that things might so easily go wrong, of the possibility that the lives ruined and blood shed might continue to be theirs and not some nameless aliens' from far off continents. That this might all end in disaster and she will have practically begged him to let her bring it. It's a darkness that sits within her, relentlessly flooded in the light of hope and excitement that animates her now as she kisses Thor again and pulls back with a grin to thump his shoulder extra hard.
"We should all get together here first, before I go," she says, "If you can spare the time from court. Or now," she proposes, because why not, "Come, leave your meetings for tomorrow if you can and drink with me. I want to hear of you now that we've both of us babbled about me for hours."
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Date: 2013-06-03 03:22 pm (UTC)She doesn't really trouble to hide it, head dropping forward into a bow that's more relief than respect, and she stretches out a hand to grip his arm in return. Silent until he rises and she shoves back the chair to get feet beneath her, stepping around the table to capture Thor in a hug. One arm is up over his shoulder and one wrapped beneath the other before he has time to avoid it should he have wished to, her grip tight. "Thank you," she says, lifting her head to repeat the words less muffled by his shoulder, "Thank you."
She'll set a hand to his face before she really draws back, palm to jaw, fingers catching at ear and neck like he does to her sometimes though she lacks his ability to literally palm her friend's head. "I will return," she swears, eyes bright and serious, "Before too long, and sooner if ever you have need of me." She presses a kiss to Thor's cheek and leans her forehead against his temple for a moment, and while she has always been more affectionate with her friends than most would credit, this is perhaps edging into effusive.
But they have not really ever said farewell before, not like this, and so any joy at his agreement is tinged with melancholy, longing for the home and friends she hasn't even really left yet. And tamped down beneath it the constant awareness that things might so easily go wrong, of the possibility that the lives ruined and blood shed might continue to be theirs and not some nameless aliens' from far off continents. That this might all end in disaster and she will have practically begged him to let her bring it. It's a darkness that sits within her, relentlessly flooded in the light of hope and excitement that animates her now as she kisses Thor again and pulls back with a grin to thump his shoulder extra hard.
"We should all get together here first, before I go," she says, "If you can spare the time from court. Or now," she proposes, because why not, "Come, leave your meetings for tomorrow if you can and drink with me. I want to hear of you now that we've both of us babbled about me for hours."