someone set him up the feels

[flaerd]

I --

You.

Will change your mind harlot. Lest I show you a misery unbeknownst to your puny mortal kind.


Your impending death,
Loki.

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[flaerd]

[ When your not looking, or at least when he feels that you are not, he will look up. Just a second. ]

You would hate me for I was born an enemy, this was always my fear. I had come to befriend the Aesir and court them to war but I had not expected to find this.

My debt is my father's name, as Thor's is his. You must understand that, can you?

[fervidus]

..Yes.

[And she hates herself for knowing it is true. Knowing that the wars and blood of old had seeped into even her. She was Aesir, raised with tales of Jotun brutality and their beast like culture.
But he had proven them all wrong. He wasn't some monster in the dark and if only those blind fools could have seen.]

I understand.
[She recalls Thor's eyes when she walked to war, sad...regretful even-- but resigned. He had loved her once to had he not? And still he let her go. How could she pardon him and not the man she had loved?]

No matter how much I meant to you, or you to me-- nothing was going to stop it. As much as I believe you cared for me, you cared for revenge more. How can I condemn you though? I chose the same.

[flaerd]

[ What if he was? What if he was, Sif? What if beyond the youth that craved to know of such wisdom there laid a wretched beat, a carnal horror thirsty for what he could take; blood, or drink, or flesh. What if he enjoyed these tricks; the ones that harm? Every life taken a stroke to his power, every forsaken curse to his name building Godhood.]

So then it is. [ He matches her eyes, finally. A hand coming out. So cold -- his fingers grasp. ] That I was made cursed of this and you were made blessed of yours, and we would always end up this way.

Is it regrettable?

[fervidus]

[She's grown use to it, the chill. In the last days of battle it snowed so often. Her hand holds to his tightly and after a moment she presses it to her cheek.]

I can not ever seem to decide.

Despite all the fighting and the pain...I was happy. For a time. You gave me something I'd never known and never will again.
[Breath holds. Releases. Letting the heavy weight duty had always sat upon her heart go with it. She speaks true.]

I do not regret you. Is that foolish? [A dry laugh.]

[flaerd]

I was. [ Don't make him finish that statement. Instead he steps forward and... fuck it. Arms come to hold her tight. ]

It is, but that's alright. I am also carrying this foolishness.

[fervidus]

[How long had it been since she'd felt his arms around her, since her own had grasp around his in such desperation? Ah. The field. The blood-- but no. No that did not count.

She buries close against him, chasing away cold with her own heat. No words left that she can find breath to say. They never did them much good anyway.]