[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?
[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.
Do you know what he said to me upon my arrival, Asgardian?
Do not give me reason to see your bones broken.
Wielding his victory on Midgard above me... It came not as an idle threat.
[WIth this, Malekith says two things at once. First, a fear of Thor, but it's a false suggestion. What he counts on is Sif hooking onto the second implication: that Thor was the only reason she lives. That, just maybe, Malekith's loss in their skirmish was merely a feint at the prospect of worse retribution.
Her's is a confidence that comes behind her sword, he knows that now, and where best to hurt a warrior than an insult to their skill?]
[And how little it works, on a warrior as seasoned as Sif. He thinks he'll hurt her with insults towards her skill with a weapoen? He thinks elevating Thor's abilities in battle will make hers feel lower? He believes those taunts are all it takes to make her forget how close to the victory she was, before the earthquake interrupted them?
He is a worm under her boot, without his magic. And with his magic, she would still be merciless and driven.
But as it is, tonight she is in no mood to be diplomatic, or especially kind, or even curt. So:]
Then by next time I will master the art of taking a picture, so that he may see them broken as often as he wants to.
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voice ; day 439
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
The reply is cool when it comes.]
I did not need his protection to break your bones.
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Do not give me reason to see your bones broken.
Wielding his victory on Midgard above me... It came not as an idle threat.
[WIth this, Malekith says two things at once. First, a fear of Thor, but it's a false suggestion. What he counts on is Sif hooking onto the second implication: that Thor was the only reason she lives. That, just maybe, Malekith's loss in their skirmish was merely a feint at the prospect of worse retribution.
Her's is a confidence that comes behind her sword, he knows that now, and where best to hurt a warrior than an insult to their skill?]
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He is a worm under her boot, without his magic. And with his magic, she would still be merciless and driven.
But as it is, tonight she is in no mood to be diplomatic, or especially kind, or even curt. So:]
Then by next time I will master the art of taking a picture, so that he may see them broken as often as he wants to.