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That will do."

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[subecho]

[ Oh so lightly - ]


Hold! What is this? Do the eyes deceive, or have I neither headpiece, nor mantle upon my wall? Perhaps... could it be... we want for able hunters?

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[asofwar]

[Thor.]

Every smart hunter knows better than to go into the forest wearing such glaringly obvious colours.

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[sassgardian]

My dearest

text; 2/???

[sassgardian]

That is to say, dearest Lady Sif, I have need of your...

text; 3/???

[sassgardian]

Ah, particular expertise in a matter of utmost importance.

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[sassgardian]

'Tis a matter of honour, even.

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[sassgardian]

And not just mine, before you find occasion to ask.

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[sassgardian]

That is to say, I find myself in need--

text; 7/7!

[sassgardian]

Of a sparing partner.

[Because who just ASKS when you can wake them up in the morning with a series of really annoying texts? What else are friends for?]

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

[asofwar]

["sucks that you're single", thanks got it bye.]

backdated to Day 400

[asgardstricks]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

[asofwar]

[JOKE'S ON YOU that note is lamer than the first one and she is going to throw it away.]

[text; backdated to day 400]

[sassgardian]

Dearest Sif, in warning that I will be absent for the next several days, please take care to not do anything I wouldn't.

[Which is, essentially, like telling her nothing at all, but if he can encourage through opposition, he will absolutely try.]

[text; backdated to day 400]

[asofwar]

Did you eat the chocolates?

[subecho]

[ YOU DON'T DESERVE THE AID EITHER, BLEEDZILLA -

But here you go, delivery of local strengthening tonic #2, addressed to a one Miss Sif in That One Handwriting [TM]. ]

Late night 415 ; after the festivities etc ; text 1/3

[tradire]

[ Just as with Fandral, Loki knows he should just keep to himself after consuming so much this night. But, he doesn't. He can't. Because he must needle at any and every given chance. ]

Thor. A question if I may.

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[tradire]

[ WHOOPS!! That's not right. ]

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[tradire]

Sif.
You're much too alike. Certainly, you can see where the mix up could stem from.

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[subecho]

[ same day as this..... ]

Sif! Apology - Sif, wake!

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[asofwar]

I am awake.

[text; day 438 (early)]

[sassgardian]

Sif...

[Of course he starts this off well-intentioned enough with a simple, to-the-point question. Have you seen--? And yet, when it comes time to actually ask said question, the words seem too simple: cold, unfeeling, unworried, almost crass. They fall flat, and leave Fandral momentarily tongue-tied. (Of a sort.)

He knows, surely, that her concern is no less than his (and perhaps exceeds it, in certain respects), but voicing it so blatantly feels too legitimate, too real, and neither of them can possibly know better, yet. He's acting on a hunch, that's all it is. All it must be.

Spit it out, Fandral. Words are not thine enemy. (So why do they feel so terribly villainous?)]

Have you, perchance, spoken to Thor lately?

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[asofwar]

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[asofwar]

Where is he?

voice ; day 439

[theaccursed]

[It’s the depth of night when Malekith sends his message. If he wakes Sif from sleep is no matter - in fact, it’s a hope. Let her feel the uneasy grip of dark’s clutches, let Malekith’s voice make her nightmares reality-]

She-beast. I will trust you did not think I would keep to the shadows after your onslaught. [After their encounter, his is a bruised ego soothed only by venom.]

Your lord has left you, forgotten as the filth you are. Does it frighten you, to know your last measure of protection has fled?

voice ; day 439

[asofwar]

[He doesn't wake her up, but he does surprise her. She would have expected him to still be licking his wounds in private, not come clamoring for another go.


The reply is cool when it comes.]


I did not need his protection to break your bones.