Thor's choice of hideaway indicates clearly who he's hiding from. The riverside establishment is a glory of burning lanterns and resined bridges aglow in the light that they cast, and dark drawing rooms connected to bright banquet halls and gondolas that ferry distinguished persons to and from the pier. Diplomats from the forming troll nations sup here, besides pretty girls from Vanaheim and discomfitted elves in very fine robes. It's not the sort of place the King ever goes, but any political delegate would find their way here at some point or other.
Thor has the best room at the joint, of course. "Greetings, Lady Sif." He takes the arm to his shoulder with a smile, doesn't immediately reach for her in turn; his hands are occupied with a long sheaf of parchment, a map sketched across it in careful detail, red lines flowing along what are unmistakable demarcations of territory. Thor closes the parchment carefully with his enormous hands, then sets it down on the table. There are other parchments there. Thor has probably been procrastinating reading them between waiting for folks to show up and make their cases in loud voices, rendering said reading unnecessary.
He doesn't try to hug her, which may suggest he knows what this is about. Instead, Thor settles his stare on the woman, his features pleasant, but not quite as easy in their warmth as he typically would be, seeing his friend after extended absence. "I won't be coy about it," because he's Thor, obv. "Loki and I have spoken. Do you come to discuss your plans to journey beyond the boughs of Yggdrasil?"
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Date: 2013-05-31 03:13 am (UTC)Thor has the best room at the joint, of course. "Greetings, Lady Sif." He takes the arm to his shoulder with a smile, doesn't immediately reach for her in turn; his hands are occupied with a long sheaf of parchment, a map sketched across it in careful detail, red lines flowing along what are unmistakable demarcations of territory. Thor closes the parchment carefully with his enormous hands, then sets it down on the table. There are other parchments there. Thor has probably been procrastinating reading them between waiting for folks to show up and make their cases in loud voices, rendering said reading unnecessary.
He doesn't try to hug her, which may suggest he knows what this is about. Instead, Thor settles his stare on the woman, his features pleasant, but not quite as easy in their warmth as he typically would be, seeing his friend after extended absence. "I won't be coy about it," because he's Thor, obv. "Loki and I have spoken. Do you come to discuss your plans to journey beyond the boughs of Yggdrasil?"