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[asofwar]

[By some miracle of being better prepared for nonsense because she just took a trip to the land of nonsense not two hours ago poking at buttons incessantly and almost breaking her watch before spotting someone in the hallways operating it and copying them nature, Sif has managed to turn on the recording. But 75% of the population might regret it, when they're treated to the angriest look ever.] Loki.

[You know how some people can communicate with one word things like I was gone for two hours, and you left Asgard go to the dumps, what the hell is wrong with you? Yes.] Am I to believe that in the blink of an eye you have brought so much destruction onto Asgard that we are forced to not only ask for reinforcements, but force them? What trick is this?

Show yourself, and face the consequences of your choices, as a good King would. [There is a pause.] Or is this to be my punishment... [Let's talk about traitors to the Throne, shall we? Aha mhm. Nope.] If this is the result of your reign, then all the fewer reasons to regret my choice.

[One more pause. Hold on. Wait for it. Wait. For. I-] That note was stupid.

[ooc; AND hello.]

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[asofwar]

[I DON'T KNOW CAN YOU]

I am content to stand by.

[sassgardian]

[CIRCLE YES OR NO]

You wound me, Sif. It is far too late for that.

[Just like it is far too late to infuse any sort of serious meaning into any part of this conversation.]

[asofwar]

[WAS THERE ANYTHING EVER SERIOUS HERE of course now. Let them have this, before Loki shows up and it's drowning in whiskey for all.]

Never too late for wounding you!

[sassgardian]

Careful, I may develop a taste for it.

[PLEASE.]

[asofwar]

Have you not already?

[sassgardian]

There are some things a gentleman never tells.

[Though that would require far less braggartry.]

And others he'll save for the right person.

[He is mostly needling her, but does, in fact, hold to the idea that certain things should only be explored in specific company and those far more up to the task than others. It's an awful attempt at teasing at yet not saying no all at once.]

[asofwar]

And what gentleman are we talking of?

[sassgardian]

And the knife slides deeper. I do believe the argument could be made that Friend Fandral is not the only one who enjoys it.

[asofwar]

And what exactly is being enjoyed here?

[sassgardian]

The equal and opposite of my apparently developing masochistic proclivities.

[Something he's not even sure is even a thing at all. But the suggestion, however tongue-in-cheek, is out there now, and like most things, he's going to run with it until he can't anymore.]

[asofwar]

Must everything come to this with you?

[sassgardian]

[They both already know the answer to that, and so instead he counters with another question:]

Does it ever with you?

[asofwar]

[THE ABSOLUTE RUDEST ASSHOLE ON ASGARD. HIS NAME IS FANDRAL. This is not a question she wishes to deign with an answer. His answer comes in the form of narrowed eyes, that threat that says you crossed a line. Yet, she leans in closer, to be sure he hears her voice with perfect clarity.]

Now now, friend Fandral. Dispell that curiosity from your mind, for that is the one thing you will never find out.

[sassgardian]

[And he can see that answer on her face plainly. He does, at least, have decency enough to look shamed.]

It was only a jest, Lady Sif.

[Said by way of apology, for the words "I'm sorry," are rare between any of them when true apologies fought, and dueled, and brawled over.]

[asofwar]

One day perhaps you will grow more tasteful with your jokes.

[sassgardian]

[Some day, perhaps, with a proper dose of reticence. But with it comes shame, and the latter has never taken with Fandral well. Temporarily and after-the-fact yes, but not enough to save anyone the grief of scolding.

Fandral will likely learn shame the moment Sif learns the opposite.]

With your wisdom, I have no doubt.

[And after it all, what will be learned from this? Likely next to nothing.]