6141/Spying on the OTHER Odinson

Spying on the OTHER Odinson
Date of Scene:	06 May 2021
Location:	Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis:	Thor forbids Spying. Sif does it anyways.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Sif

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Thor has posed:
It is evening at the embassy and Thor, Prince of Asgard, is at the mead hall that has been set up on the second floor of the building. It does not take up the whole floor, but it takes up a lot of it. And currently the Odinson is sitting at the bar, talking to the retreating hindquarters of a horse, "All I meant was, you could pull that cart and get it here on time Mr. Horse! That's not...all you're good for!" As Mr. Horse walks out of the room, Thor mutters, "There's also glue," before he shakes his head and adds, "I shouldn't have said that. Sorry Mr. Horse!" he calls after the creature. He may be a little drunk.

Sif has posed:
"I am not going to send you to his bedroom."

"Why not!?"

"He's the Crown Prince."

"And?"

"You are not his wife."

"Yet, Brother." Sif tousles Heimdall's hair at his station in Bifrost's chamber. "Yet."

"I like having my head attached to the rest of my body. I find it comfortable."

"Coward! Well, then, ... put me in the mead hall."

"OK."

"But give me the flashy ride! I want the whole rainbow explosion!"

"..."

"You never let me do anyt..."

"OK! Just stop sulking!"

Heimdall gestured to the platform, and Sif, in her full House regalia, fresh from her estate, takes her place on it, waving at her brother with a cheerful grin.

"I don't know why I let you..."

"Because you love me, Brother, and don't want me to be sad."

Grumbling preceeds the rainbow explosion, linking momentarily Bifrost's anchor in Asgard with the mead hall in the Asgardian embassy.

Lady Sif has arrived.

Thor has posed:
The Bifrost gets a bit of a look from Thor. He narrows his eyes a bit. One never knows WHO is coming through the Bifrost after all, and it helps to get both of the rainbow explosions going on in focus. When he determines it is Sif that has arrived, he takes a long swig of his drink -- ale -- and then stands from the bar, "Lady Sif!" he calls, before walking over to pull her into a rugged, warrior-friend hug. It's not romantic, it's a bear hug.

Sif has posed:
Sif returns the hug with gusto, albeit not strength. Where Thor can move mountains, after all, she has to settle for medium-sized hillocks. Such is the lot of second-tier warriors of Asgard.

After the hug she punches Thor once, hard, in the shoulder, however, and skips back out of reach of any return strike.

"Prince Thor, it's so delightful to see you again! You've been gone so long I'd almost forgotten how you look. If I didn't know better I'd think you were avoiding seeing me!" She grins her irrepressible grin. "Of course I know the truth: there is something so fascinating on Midgard that you've forgotten all your old friends, so I've gone and done it! I'm moving in!"

She straightens her face, going all formal a moment. "Lady Sif reporting to His Royal Highness, Thor Odinsson, her appointed arrival to Midgard." She pairs this with a formal descent to one knee, sword drawn and held across her hands out to Thor, symbolically offering her service.

She's practically vibrating as she waits for him to finish the ritual so they can talk properly again.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson looks about to strike Sif back with a return punch before she dances out of the way. Her comment about him avoiding Asgard gets a bit of a faltering smile, "What? no, I'm not avoiding Asgard. That's...absurd. No." And then Sif drops to her knee in front of him and he straightens up a bit, "You may rise Lady Sif," he says.

It is at this moment that he seems to register the other bit of what Sif was telling him, "Moving in? Where? Here? The Embassy?" he asks, a bit of panic crossing his features, "No! Way....like they say here on Midgard."

Sif has posed:
"Oh, don't be silly, Prince Thor!" Sif says cheerfully as she re-sheathes her sword and stands, still carefully remaining out of arm's reach.

She's had the delayed revenge before.

"I mean as a Lady of the Court I would have privileges in the Embassy, naturally, and indeed I will need a room configured as a training room so I keep fit while I slum it down here in Midgard, but I've made other arrangements for residence."

She leaves that be a moment as she heads to the bar, pouring two meads--the top shelf stuff with Odin's personal rune on the keg--and bringing one to Thor. Silently raising her arm in toast, she takes a slug while waiting for Thor to start drinking.

Then she drops the bombshell.

"I've moved in with the younger Prince. He had a room to spare in his apartment in a place with the strange name of 'Chell Sea' or some such."

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson stares at Sif for a long moment after she drops the bombshell of her moving in with 'the younger Prince' and he downs his drink in one gulp, before he returns the punch to the shoulder. His is harder (of course) and would be enough to crumple a mere mortal through the wall of the building out into the street. To Sif it will just sting, a lot.

"Do I have another brother? Are you telling me that my father has adopted another child and I have no knowledge of them, and that you are telling me you have moved in with them, as a way to surprise me of this new addition to the royal family? It seems in rather poor taste if that is the case, Lady Sif," Thor replies, shaking his head, "The only younger Prince I know is Loki and I cannot imagine him agreeing to such an arrangement."

Sif has posed:
"No, I mean the very younger Prince you mentioned. Prince Loki. He very graciously allowed me the use of a room. It's not as if I plan to spend a lot of time there. It's basically an armory and a place to sleep those rare times I stay in town."

She rubs her shoulder, wincing at the tenderized flesh a bit.

"It was pretty easy to convince him, actually. You know me. People LIKE me and like me to be happy. It's very hard to say 'no' to me." She grins an affable grin. "Besides, as I told him, I can't properly spy on him if I have to commute, right? It's easier to do my job if I live in his home and watch him there."

She pauses.

"I mentioned that spying part, didn't I? I'm sure I did..."

Thor has posed:
"Has Loki suffered a head injury? Is he still the same...person you know from our youth?" Thor asks, seeming genuinely confused by this news. He walks over to the bar and gets himself another drink. A very large drink. He drinks down a fair amount of it.

He is mid drink when Sif mentions the spying part, and he spits out the drink, sputtering and coughing, "You, are going to SPY on my brother Loki? Do you have an actual death wish? I forbid it. I do not wish to see you killed when Loki's mood turns or his sanity returns or whatever spell he has been put under wears off."

Sif has posed:
"Prince Thor, I have been tasked by the Castellan Himself--the very voice of your Father--to keep an eye on Prince Loki's doings in Midgard."

Unmoved by Thor's sputtering and coughing (or, rather, more accurately, amused) she continues mercilessly as if nothing had happened. "There is growing concern at Court, apparently, over his sudden interest in Midgard so soon after you became obsessed with it. Since he and I are childhood friends, they thought it best I be sent to keep an eye on him."

She waves off the concerns for her life.

"He would be upset if he found out from anybody else what I was doing, naturally. That's why I told him. And why I told him I needed a room in his apartment so I could do due diligence to my Court-appointed task. He was very gracious. Suspiciously gentlemanly. This is why I had the room checked for scrying spells before moving in." She feigns a delicate shudder. "Imagine him spying on me as I changed. Instead of just being in the room watching. Why I wouldn't know when to put on a show or not!"

Thor has posed:
"HEIMDALL!" Thor yells, "BIFROST!" And he tugs out his hammer to hold it up, y'know, as you do. "I don't believe for a second they have sent you to spy on Loki in this manner. It is absurd. He will KILL YOU. I will not allow it. I am going to speak to my father directly!" This is how he solves most of his problems. Heimdall though, seems to be on a break? Maybe? The Bifrost does not come immediately anyways.

Sif has posed:
Sif's eyes widen in shock. "Oh, pish-tosh, Prince Thor!" she scolds him. "He would never kill me, his childhood playmate. He doesn't hate me. Strand me somewhere in the Nine Realms my brother would take a century to find? Certainly. Humiliate me? Sell me to the Jotun as a slave? All likely. But kill me? He's MUCH too fond of me!"

She looks genuinely miffed at the notion that Thor thinks she's lying.

"It's YOU he wants to kill so he can be king. He only kills when it profits him. My death would never profit him. I am perfectly safe!"

Thor has posed:
"He would never kill you his childhood playmate, I'M HIS CHILDHOOD PLAYMATE HE HAS TRIED TO KILL MANY TIMES." Thor rages. "How do you not see this? Has he ensorcelled your mind? Is that it? LOKI! RELEASE LADY SIF FROM YOUR CONTROL, I COMMAND IT!" he yells to the air. He stops as there is no immediate change and then glares at Sif.

"He won't kill you? Imagine a scenario whereby he profits by putting you in danger, as a way to get me somewhere he might also dispatch me. He gives me an ultimatum: be here at this time or I mail you Lady Sif's head. What is it you would have me do? Leave you to his mercies? Do you think he WOULDN'T follow up on his threat? That is quite the gamble to take My Lady."

Sif has posed:
"Well, if you made good your promise to wed me, then yes my death would bring him profit," Sif says with a faux stern look, arms crossed, face broken into a wide grin. "But as it is, as he once put it, the Realms are more interesting with me in them."

She repeats for emphasis. "People LIKE me, remember? Even Prince Loki."

The hair incident is not mentioned.

The hair incident is never to be mentioned.

"I mean I don't TRUST him. I know he'll deceive me, misdirect me, and even send me into danger unnecessarily. But he'll never KILL me. And there's no danger he can send me into I can't get myself out of."

Her demeanour now turns into one of a woman talking to a toddler. "Now Prince Thor, there's nothing more to be done. I've been given my assignment, I've set up my room in Loki's apartment, and I've found a mortal tha..."

She stops cold in her tracks.

"I mean I came across a Valkyrior living on Midgard who works in a coffee shop. For reasons not yet adequately explored. I'm settled in. I just came by to let you know that I was here and what I was doing, you being my Crown Prince and all."

Thor has posed:
Anger is still flashing in Thor's eyes. Everyone who has dealt with him knows this is A Mood for the God of Thunder. Infact, outside the sound of a thunderstorm can be quite clearly heard as lightning flashes outside and peals of thunder ring out across the city. The windows show wind, and rain, and it looks like quite the storm going on out there.

"This will not be the last we discuss of this. But let it be known that I see your doom in your foolish endeavor to spy on Loki." He turns, and storms out of the Meadhall, to parts unknown.

Sif has posed:
"That went better than I expected," Sif says to herself after Thor storms out. She looks out the window at the blatting rain and the thunder and lightning display. "Oh my. I think he may be a little bit peevish." Beat. "He'll get over it."

"Heimdall! My room!"

This time Bifrost happens. Wheels within wheels...