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Pardon me? I can't hear you over the roust of faulty implications. Speak more clearly -- perhaps about Thor's berserk rage in Jotunheim. Then, maybe, we might return to the subject at hand.

Princess indeed.

My implications are not faulty. Thor's past mistakes do not excuse your own! And I recall clearly how you whispered encouragements in his ear before we stumbled in upon you two.

And now unless you are going to now deny that you tried to destroy Jotunheim do not pretend yourself innocent. Do you deny it?

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My whisper was no such thing. I agreed, I agreed that they'd try again. I was sympathizing that Odin not do what was necessary -- which by no means meant he aught barge in and start killing over a word.

No one is innocent in war. No one is innocent ever. Would you take back all the blood your steel has seen? That which carved you. That which made you warrior?

I'd not claim such. What care have you that I had? They're monsters, sitting there in rot, I'd all but done them a favor. Save our realm from war and have mercy on their dying breed.

[She seethes for a moment, letting his words slide over her like oil. Her lips press tightly and for a moment she might have pitied him, but it does not show. She knows better.]

You are one of them.

[ Wheels screech to a stop, yes they do. The emotions that spread over his face for those vital few moments when his guard just shatters are difficult to keep up with. Still, he regathers himself. Even straightens a little. ]

I am not.

The All-Father told us.

[She treads careful. Like she has heard the rattle of the snake hidden within the brush.]

You are a Jotun.

[ He what. Loki clamps his jaw down and for a moment his eyes close, so overwhelmed. Yet still, it's all so subtle in show. How could he. How couldhe? After everything he told Loki, about wanting to protect him and all that nonsense. How could he now say this. How could he even dare.

Everything is just becoming so much more clear. Loki was right, of course, that he never belonged and he was never meant to and nor he wanted to and now that Jotunheim was half ripped to shred it was no Kingdom at all to rebuild. ]

You misheard.

[ He can't even think of a good lie. No, he's not loosing this damn argument. He needs to think of something ]

[This is unlike him. These pitiful half hearted lies. Sif wants to rend him and hate him and drag him before Thor and Odin to pay for his crimes-- but for a moment her hand is stayed. Perhaps he would go quietly.

She sighs and looks down. A courtesy. Though she was not sure he deserved it.]

No.

[Sif breathes, not thinking to mention that it were not exactly common knowledge still.]

I heard him well.

[ How could you ever think it would be acceptable, Sif? What he was, what he is, what he's done, and everything in between. And for the count, he wouldn't, he'll sever this bond, these bonds, and destroy Asgard. Well deserved for a home that was never true, a home that betrayed. ]

Dare you to cast your eyes down from me, will you? You'll not show me pity, woman!

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[She looks up then, eyes flashing.]

Do not speak my sex as if it were a curse, Frost Giant!

[Two can play at that game and Sif's temper is far more prevalent than her pity.]

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[ Don't say that. Don't say that! Don't you dare call him that. His heart is practically in his throat. ]

How did you forge your way, I wonder. Were it by the bosoms you pressed against his cheek that had him at side for you? Don't kid yourself, goddess. Were it not for Thor standing behind you, you would be nothing.

You dare!

[Call her a whore? She strikes him for it, showing him that these arms did not get their strength by laying upon her back.]

Without the All-Father you would have died an infant! Discarded and starving. I forged myself a warrior! Crawled and struggled and bled for it! And no one will take that from me, least of all you.

You vile traitor. You kin killer.

[ Oh, he takes the hit all right. Coiled back with a small stumble and fingers to his jaw with a long hissing inhale. He'll let it roll a moment before he laughs and what a wicked laugh it is. ] You think I care.

Do you? [ Voice raw, eyes coming back to meet her. ] I'd do it again. Kill him, Laufey. What matter is it to you?

[ As if he is completely unaware that he were dead if not for Odin, but -- ] Perhaps he should have left me there to die, the All-Father. In his foolish heart, he bred a monster, and now what will you do about it?

[ There is so. much. self loathing in his poisoned words. ]

It is not all his fault. You were not always thus. Jealous and spiteful perhaps-- but never thus. Never so cruel.

[Her rage cools only slightly, breathing quick and muscles still tense and ready to strike him again.]

I do not understand you. I think perhaps I never want to. What reason could be good enough, what goal so desirable that you do all this?

...my place in the scheme of things is simple. If Thor can not break you of this madness than I will help him drag you back in chains.

Ever dutiful, you. [ And his pride will keep him from speaking. What could you possibly do to aid him; to heal this wound? Nothing. Ever. Nothing ever will close this gasping hole. Ever. So what words are worth unraveling to a warrior that would laugh or would simply discard it all.

The very minute Asgard began to accept you as a warrior, Sif, was the very minute we as friends died. There was nothing, ever, that Loki could do to make them see what magic truly was. Pity for them that they'll die by it. ]

Your place is simple because you pushed yourself in to one slot and you lie to yourself every day in proclamation that it is truly what you want. To be this.

Though no man wants a man to bed, and no woman looks at a woman who holds a sword and so you work, and you obey, and you are the dutiful warrior who will cast herself for Asgard because no physical person truly wants you. It's only Asgard, and that Asgard needs you.

But there is still that emptiness. And there always will be.

[Her whole body goes rigid, still and solid except for when her shoulders do tremble from the effort of staying thus. She does not trust herself to move, knowing her hands did want to wrap about that pale throat and her legs to force him down. To make him behind gasps for breath, take it back. Take it back.

But he would never. And even if he did the words still hung there in the air and got into her skin like poisonous spores. Clinging to her flesh. Sif felt in serious need of a wash.]

Even if what you spoke were true...it would still be more than you will ever have.

[Strained are her words. Forced. A pitiful attempt to hide her stripped pride. This is what he did. Weave some small truths into lies so they all sound true. Do not believe him. Do not listen.]

You wish to drag me down to your level, but I will not go. You are alone.

If? [ His laugh is a little hollow. ] What a poor mask you wear now, warrior maiden.

I don't think you will. You'll hold your head high and your blade tight, and tighter yet, and even tighter. [ he begins to step forward. ] Until you're bleeding out, and you watch your warriors on the field as everything becomes heavy and dark, and you want to smile and think 'I have died a warrior death' but the truth is that no one will remember it. There will be no songs. There will no stories. There will just be death.

No one will know what you had done for their own glory had blinded them. And in those last breaths -- [ he has come to stop barely an inch in front of her. His spell already at work as an illusion if she strikes.] -- in those last breaths [ He will even dare to lean forward, whispering: ] you will weep.

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[Oh and she does. With everything in her she throws herself forward to strike him. A snarl on her breath as wild and dangerous as a beast let loose of its cage.
His form slips from her fingers though. Softening into vapor and flickering out. Onto her knees she falls and skids across the ground, hissing as she jerked her head up and sought to find him again.

Her expression betrays too much. Her anger. Her contempt and hate for his words. And just the slightest hint of fear. Something in her shaken by his words, but yet it only served to fuel her on.]

COWARD! [She screams out, voice cracking from the strain.] ...what do you know of warriors. What do you know of anything?! Your words are poison and nothing more!

[ He knew that she would. He was counting on it. And so she fell right through and as her face betrays, his body doubles, and then doubles again, and again, and once more. Laughing, oh how he laughs. All speaking in unison are they. ]

Asgard had always slighted my skill. Called it such, a cowards way, for fear perhaps. I see it now. I see it on you.

So you spoke that I were one of them, a monster. So let it be this. And I will destroy everything you had cared for.

One.

By.

One.

[ Everything will drown with him. Everything and everyone. ]

[Up she stands, teeth gritted. Fists clenched she draws her blades, connecting them at the hilt so it becomes a double edged spear and turns. Facing each laughing face as if she could spot through the illusion which one were real.]

I thought you believed I had none!

Lies. More and more lies. You speak nothing but, you know not how. You will destroy yourself long before you set one hand upon us!

You are but one. Only one. Even now. You are ONE.
[She strikes at an illusion. Not caring if it were fake, only caring that it wore his face and it gave her such deep pleasure to strike it.]

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