14931/Life at the Embassy

Life at the Embassy
Date of Scene:	16 May 2023
Location:	Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis:	Sif and Thor agree to go out into the city together.
Cast of Characters:	Sif, Thor

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Sif has posed:
After spending so much time in Asgard, Sif had to admit she was pleased when they returned to Midgard for a time. Though they had not yet solved the mystery of Jane Foster's disappearance, they were some steps forward on the path for knowledge.

Sadly it had involved a hag but that was best left in the past.

For now, she was in one of the sitting rooms, a window open to look down on the courtyard below and the various Asgardian guards present on site. There was the upraised area to the side where the sigil of the Bifrost had been etched into the stonework but it wasn't active at the moment. Guard change wasn't for a few more hours.

She had a tankard in front of her, eyes not really focusing as her mind was wandering to the past, the childhood they had all shared back on Asgard. Even the Hag had been there. It was strange that her distaste for Amora remained yet she was more accepting now of Loki. The question was why.

Thor has posed:
    Perhaps part of the answer lay in one of the princes. Or the past connected to said prince for Thor had touched the lives of those in those years. For a time when they had been young they had shared much of their live stogether, for Sif and Thor and Loki were a rag-tag band of ne'er-do-wells. Yet Amora had also been in that small group at times, though trying to influence Loki for better or worse. Yet also in ways... through Thor.
    Which was the moment when the crown prince emerged out of the embassy and onto those grounds beneath her view. That courtyard area where the guards would at times train or gather. He was wearing what he called his 'relaxing vibe' clothing. Which was ubiquitous throughout Midgard. Those blue jeans, a sweat shirt. Perhaps he had just returned recently, or perhaps he was going out.
    He stood amongst the guards and she could see their faces bright as he spoke with them. Their words not strong enough to carry across the distance but their expressions conveyed the messages. There he was, greeting them by name, asking them about themselves, about their families. He had such an easy way with people, a way of making each person he spoke with seem like they were the most important person to him in the world. It was just his manner.
    Though it hadn't always been like that. For she knew Thor in his more... brattish youth. To see him now one could barely imagine the leap from then to now.

Sif has posed:
It was always interesting to watch him interacting with others. To be honest, many of the younger guard were more at ease around Thor than they were around Sif. Certainly he was their Prince and they showed the respect due his station but they also saw him as a friend. For he took the time to come out, get to know them, that easy way he'd always had with people.

The same warriors respected her. But she wouldn't say they were friends. Particularly not the more youthful. Certainly those she had fought with over the centuries. But for the young among them? She was an authority figure, a bit of an enigma. They would see her at ease with those who had proven their worth by having her back in battle but for the new among them she was more standoffish. Until they proved their mettle.

Not the best of ways but it was her way.

His new appearance was still a bit striking. The hair starting to grow back out after being gone, from what she heard. The lack of an eye. She understood one of his hands was now mechanical? Magical? Did it really matter. It wasn't the one he had been born with. Yet he was ever Thor.

She sipped her drink then stood and moved to pick up something in the room before coming back to the window.

Thor has posed:
    There was a haggard aspect to him, that scruffy look from the hair that had been shorn and tended to as if the barber had been a touch malicious. And the plain black strapless eyepatch that was bound over his right eye accentuated that slight tinge of the renegade. One could easily imagine him wild in space with a sword in one hand and a laser pistol in the other, swinging across rope lines onto a space ship adrift like some weird amalgamation of Flash Gordon and Blackbeard.
    He did have a hint of introspection that wasn't there at times before. Something ghostly in his good eye perhaps. Yet that did not stop him from that easy manner with the men, with others, with people who knew him but hadn't known him over as many years as Sif had.
    Which was the moment when he saw her above them, his smile broadening slightly though his mouth was closed. He lifted a hand up toward the window in greeting then he turned and thumped one of the guards on the shoulder as he likely said his goodbyes before he turned and started to walk into the Embassy. Likely to ascend up to that sitting room where Sif had stood.

Sif has posed:
It was strange seeing him this way. Of course, it was strange seeing people as adults when they had grown up together in some ways. Memories of that youthful visage always mixed with the present. But now there was a new face, one that seemed a bit more strained than perhaps in the past. Only, he turned and smiled up at her, staying her hand from what she had been preparing to do. And she couldn't help returning the smile.

As she saw him turn to enter the Embassy, she turned back to the room itself. Finding another cup and setting it on the table. She didn't pour the mead into it. After all, he might not be coming up here. But if he did, she would be ready to pour a draught for him so he could join her at the table.

Thor has posed:
    Indeed, after a bit of time, the Prince did appear.
    Though he peeked in through the door, tilting his head to the side before he entered. He smiled to her, seeing her there with the drink in hand and the bottle near. Then he raised his voice, "Sif."
    Just a small greeting as he stepped into the room. A brief embrace was given as he stepped toward that window, as if making sure that indeed he was correct that this was the room he had espied from downstairs. Then turned back to look at her with a smile. "I was heading into the city soon, though I know not where. I find myself feeling restless and so I shall wander."
    He tilts his head to the side, "Is there aught you would have me procure while I am out and about?" A polite offer, but also some things unsaid in there. The desire or need for some time to himself perhaps.

Sif has posed:
She had risen for that small hug of greeting the moved back to her seat by the window. He got there a moment before her and would see a bow and quiver leaning against the wall next to the window. The bow was against the curtain, which would've been moved if it had been there for a while by a breeze as the window itself was open. So perhaps it had been added there recently. Very Recently.

"Would you like a drink before you go?" Sif asked, not bothering to pour still. If he was on his way out, he might not wish to be that social. She settled into her seat and considered his question. He had not suggested someone join him and thus she knew he wanted to be alone. Perhaps coming to grips with all that had transpired in the last few days, weeks. Mayhap even longer.

A moment of considering then a nod. "A new cellphone. I damaged mine the other day when sparring with the new guards. One of those cheap ones. Nothing fancy."

Thor has posed:
    "Oh I should perhaps bring mine with me," Thor says, such words likely having any Midgardian dropping their mouth aghast at such a sentiment. Thankfully there were none about. He tilts his head to the side and nods, "I'll see if I can. Though when you do such they ask so many questions and I will not know how to answer them for you. What various plans and the like. And who you're with now. But perhaps I can procure one of Stark's, he seems to have extras."
    That said, the Asgardian prince smiles and steps up, "But no, I'm fine as I am. I'll simply have a drink of yours." Which as he says that he moves to put words to action and takes up her cup, having a small sip and setting it down.
    "If you wish, you can come with me?" He finally offers, though she can likely tell he makes that offer only after realizing he was perhaps being rude.

Sif has posed:
She knows him. Better than perhaps anyone outside the Warriors Three. And perhaps his family. Though Sif would dare to believe that the family even was less well versed than she. Or perhaps that was ego on her part.

She did not protest that he took her glass. It mattered not. Though she did shake her head at his question. "No, thank you. Though I appreciate your offer." She nodded her head toward the window though she was indicating the guards below in the courtyard. "I believe some of our people need a refresher in shield training."

And that would explain the bow.

Thor has posed:
    "Ah, ever an advocate of practical exercise, I see." Thor says with a warm smile though his good eye has a hint of twist to the brow that gives a slight solemnity to his tone. Yet he nods and the smile eases the moment. "Well then I shall depart, and you can begin their instruction." He moves toward the door, a hand resting on the knob as he lingers.
    "Though in truth, we could stand to take some time, Sif. To talk. It's been an age and it's always felt as if something was in the way. Or times were not right." He tilts his head to the side, that smile a little sad. He lifts his shoulder, "Or perhaps I am just feeling nostalgic, urged on to such sentiment whenever you smile."
    He lifts a hand with a small wave as he opens the door.

Sif has posed:
At mention of his sentiment when she smiles, of course Sif can't help smiling. And she immediately drops her eyes down and to the side, the tiniest tilt of her head away. The same sort of reaction she would've had when they were youngsters and he had given her a compliment. Though then, she might have blushed. Only to be tormented by Loki or Amora for such a reaction to him and thus she had learned not to blush. Yet it didn't change the sentiment.

But she forced her gaze back up to look at him squarely, focusing on that one eye. Which honestly, kind of simplified things if she thought about it too much. Then she rose to her feet as she finished off the mead in her glass. She was dressed in her Asgardian garb at the moment which wouldn't do for blending in on the streets. "I have been waxing nostalgic all day," she admitted "Give me two minutes to change. Feel free to fire a few shots."

Because they deserved to have some time as friends just sharing space. Even if he did want to be alone. Then she would head out of the room, rushing for her quarters so she could change into Midgard clothing.