I AM THE LADY SIF
I am the Lady Sif. Born a goddess and forged a warrior. I have been baptized in the tears of my enemies. And their children's children fear my name.
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Date: 2014-05-23 02:22 am (UTC)"Your brother has been a horse's arse more times than I have had my hair braided. But whereas his actions stemmed from hubris and foolishness, you knew exactly what you were doing. Did you not? One of the downfalls of being the smartest, most collected person in the room is that you're expected to be so for the duration. As for what we do, we do not attack, we defend. I do, at least. So does your brother - now more than before, I'll admit - but it is what we stand for. It is what I stand for. And as I recall we were talking about my feelings in response to your actions, were we not? I know you can be better than that, if you just let go. You needn't go back to Asgard, you needn't think about us at all. Do what it is you want, find a path, but don't taint yourself further. Don't harm innocents. It's that simple."
There he went again, talking of it as if it was a done deal. An inevitability. Sif had thought, hoped, she might have gotten through to him. But when so little time later he spoke like this, she began wondering if she ever could. "Yes." She replied bitterly. Sif turned away from him, returning to a horizontal position with her slightly moistened eyes to the sky. "I suppose you will."