on revelations and surprises;

[ex_flyting687]

It stings, doesn't it? Knowing that somewhere out there, in a different universe, you contend not just against Thor but a brother who is more kin to him than you will ever be. And it's insult to injury that Thor never knew until now, that he might choose this Odinson over you.

So it seems you're right, mortal woman - my feelings for the Bright One will always be constant and consistent throughout the realms.

What say you now?

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[ex_flyting687]

You were always Thor's friend first, before you were ever mine.

[ohplease]

You cannot truly believe that.

[ex_flyting687]

Do I have reason to think otherwise?

[ohplease]

I see you reason that you should think it is thus.

[ex_flyting687]

Why? What redeeming trait could there even be to me? Me, Sif.

What else am I.

[ohplease]

[His question is so poignant it almost hurts, but she feels she has earned the right to be angry at him. The part of her that wishes to tell him all of the wonderful things about him, the things she had always admired, is conflicted with the part of her that is still angry. How he would have killed them, that he let them - her - mourn him when, apparently, he was still alive.]

When did you become so hard on yourself, Silvertongue?

[ex_flyting687]

You call me Silvertongue and yet you wonder.

[The hilarity - just hear out all his titles. All his so-called accomplishments, all worthy in their own right but hardly a glimmer against those exalted for Thor.

Even his name has always come second - Thor and Loki, as it has always been.]

[ohplease]

I call you Silvertongue because it is suggestive of the brilliance with which you usually speak.

[she sighs.]

I am not your enemy, nor do I wish to be. But you are not exactly making it easy.