Horsing Around {Sif}

[Thor Odinson]

Thor Odinson was called The Golden Prince for several reasons. Perhaps the most obvious was his colouring; his blonde hair and golden complexion lent themselves to the title quite easily. But he was also the Crown Prince of the Realm Eternal, also called the Golden Realm, and that, too, was obvious.

There were some who called him the Golden Prince because they thought that he behaved the way he should "as good as gold," so the saying went. Those people had not seen the young prince when he was with his friends. Loki might be called the trickster, but Thor was able to give as good as he got, for the most part. And when he and Loki teamed up, it was even worse for whoever was on the receiving end of one of their tricks.

Today, though, Loki was training with the Lady Frigga in the magical arts. Thor was spending his day in the stables, learning how to properly saddle and care for the creatures. It was true that there would almost always be someone to take care of the horses here, in the Realm Eternal, but if Thor was in a battle, he needed to be able to handle the creatures on his own.

Sif was supposed to be joining him later, as well, and he was quite looking forward to her arrival. The young woman and Loki were two of his favourite people, and any time spent with them was time well spent.

Perhaps, after they had learned how to saddle the creatures, they could ride their horses outside the city, away from prying eyes and ears so that they could just have a bit of fun. He hoped she liked that idea; it had been too long since they'd been able to just have fun together; there were so many lessons, for each of them, that they'd been too busy for a little while.

In the meantime, though, he brushed his horse, actually enjoying the work. He had to make sure that his horse was thoroughly brushed before saddling her; he didn't want to risk injuring her, after all.

Tag: Sif

[Sif]

It was a haphazard comment, something a little twit had giggled to one of her friends as Sif passed the pair by. It shouldn't have meant anything, shouldn't have even registered in her mind-- but it had surprised her so that Sif had stilled in her journey and looked to the pair, who startled and hurried away from her as though she had threatened their very lives.

They had said she was playing the role of a boy again.

Did it bother her that the other girls thought so lowly of her? Often, no. She was confident in who she was as a person, she told herself, confident that her bruises and scars only made her stronger than they. Today, however, it seemed as if the nagging little voice refused to let her go. Stilled in front of a mirror now, Sif took a moment to yank the ties out of her hair, running fingers through the tight braids in order to tie her hair back into a long, black ponytail.

She was feminine. She was perfectly capable of being feminine. After all, what was female but wearing a dress and the ability to make men very nervous? She had one of these things in spades. Admittedly, she disdained the dresses she was required to wear to more formal events, but she did so with charm.

Or as much charm as she was able to muster.

With all this on her mind, it was little surprise when she finally trudged out to the stables that she found herself in a rather sour mood. Leaning against the frame of the enclosure, she watched Thor working away in silence for a moment, knowing he would realise she was there sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, her temper needed an outlet, and finally, she piped up with the bitter comment that was on her mind.

"What does woman even mean?"

{ Sif, wtf. this was supposed to be cute and light.

calm the ffff down. }

[Thor Odinson]

Even as he worked on brushing his horse (a delightful mare that was as spirited as she was friendly), Thor was getting lost in his thoughts. There was much that he had to think about, all his lessons, all the time spent learning how to be the King. He fully expected that, when he ascended to the throne, Loki would be his chief adviser, and Sif would be the head of his armies.

Of course, Tyr might have something to say about that, but the old soldier could use a bit of time to himself, a bit of a ... vacation. It wasn't as though he was going to tell Tyr that he couldn't fight anymore, but with a new rule, there would come some changes.

He was caught up in his thoughts as he finished his brushing, and he felt someone lurking behind him. Putting down his brush, he turned in the direction of whoever it was, only to smile broadly when he saw that it was Sif.

The smile on his face quickly became a more puzzled expression when she spoke. He tilted his head at her, observing her for a moment before he answered, "I had merely thought that women were simply ... not men. That the differences between use were simply biological." He was unsure of why Sif appeared to be so upset by this question.

"What is troubling you, my friend?" he asked, putting his brush down and crossing the stable to place a hand on Sif's arm. She wasn't often upset, but when she was, he wanted to do his best to make it right.