The Lady

"I will never be through with that one. But exceptions can be made when I am insulted!" he mock growled, diving at her to knock them both to the ground. He could win quickly if he pinned her down and got her to stay there.

"Now are you quite through being the father of my children and the love of my life? Because I would quite like to wrestle with the God of Thunder again. While he's weak." she smirked, winking and taking careful steps backward.

"No, you caught my attention because you made a show of yourself and nearly lost your arm for it. Distracted as Mjölnir hurdled toward you, or don't you remember?" she goaded, pulling her shoulder back and out of his grasp. "Are you going to fight or stare, Thor?"

Andrei settled into the chair and turned towards her. “Oh, yes.”

"Good. Now sit still." she said sternly, making her way into the bathroom to rummage for supplies. "You good with pain?"

"It is a game, Thor. Mistake it for nothing more-- we are here for the sheer entertainment of your father." Sif found herself displeased with the circumstances each and every time. Thor, however, ignored his displeasure and seemed to take on the pains of humans and gods alike no matter how often she advised against it. Sif wished for nothing more than his happiness and, as such, breathed in her frustration, exhaling calm. "You never have to ask, my love. In no life shall I be anywhere other than your side."

How should I best prove my love then, between the sheets or in the ring, oh feisty love of mine?

I am not here to give you answers, Thundercock. You figure out how you are going to make it up to me.

-pauses- Loki lucked out with Sigyn too. -teasing grin-

Do you want me to kill you within the first three minutes of seeing you? It would be a record, I think.

Can you blame me, when I’ve one of the most beautiful wives in all nine worlds?