Silver tongue

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“Oh Honey! Guess who’s back!”

Painting? She’d taken up painting now? He wondered which of the many ladys of the court got her into this new hobby. Her words though were oddly comforting as he stepped into the room uncaring of the mud on his boots or state of his garb.

For once it was civil, for once he was perhaps glad to see her, but then traversing the nine realms with his brother oft did such to him. A brush of his lips to hers was her reward.

“I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.”

Independent Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen from Game Of Thrones

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╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

When Stephen appeared on her doorstep, Daenerys was pleased, but surprised. The sorcerer seldom dropped into her universe unless he needed her help. He was not a man given to social calls, but her staff had been instructed to allow him up to the penthouse if he ever showed up and here he was, looking as serious as ever. Over coffee, Stephen detailed what was happening in his universe, as grimly as Daenerys had ever heard him speak, and it astonished her that things had gotten as far as they had. In her universe, Thanos had been stopped before ever gaining a single Infinity Stone after the first decimation of an inhabited planet.

There was no need to pack. The Daenerys in Stephen’s universe had perished in the crash that had taken her family, but with the Time Stone, he had brought Dany there to take her place. That Missandei ran Targaryen Enterprises for her and she opened a portal from time to time to visit, but otherwise did not interfere. It seemed that whatever he had witnessed through the Time Stone had finally come to pass and she was needed. With just a message to her Missandei, Daenerys followed Stephen through the portal directly into the Avengers HQ. Of all the little differences between universes, the greatest one was here.

It was no surprise the to bit sorcerer would vacate the premises as soon as Loki was present. It seemed there was still the slight trace of distrust and for lack of a better word hostility towards the mortal. But then who sends someone down a portal to fall for thirty minutes, where was the honor in that?

He focused upon the electric kettle, the glass allowing him to watch the water boil, the bubbles crawling up the sides as if racing each other to whatever destination they seemed to hurry to. Her voice cut through the monotonous boredom of watching water boil.  He did not give her much of his attention though, wondering truly if she were speaking to him or someone else.

A side glance though had his heart frozen for a moment. She looked exactly like... but... no she had perished long, long ago. Human lives were but a heart beat... is that not what he told Thor of his love for Jane Foster? Human lives were fragile to those of Asgardians, so short lived, but a minute fraction of their own lives. His jaw clenched though as he buried those emotions down. She was dead, had been dead for quite some time, he’d built the pyre himself.

“I do not think that would be necessary. I’ve no need to speak with Strange”, he said as he removed the kettle from the warming plate. His movements were graceful as he set about the task of warming the small tea pot with the water that had boiled before setting it back up on the kettle again. He let the teapot sit for but a few moments before emptying the water.

“Much to everyone’s surprise unlike my brother I am not overly fond of coffee. Though you are welcomed to some tea. Stark keeps a nice variety stocked”, he offered as he looked over at her.

Ⲓ 𝒂𝒎 𝙻𝗼ｋᎥ 𝕠𝖿 𝑨𝐬𝕘𝖆ⲅᏧ; 

𝘼𝘯ꓒ 𝑙 𝛂𝒎 𝔓𝝊𝔯𝑑𝒆𝓷𝔢ⅾ 𝐰𝘪ｔℎ Ꮐ𝖑𝓸𝔯𝙞𝑜𝞄ѕ Ρ𝞾𝖗𝗽ο𝓼𝘦       

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜      𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜      𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

A scratch? A mere scratch? Loki had seen battle, had seen wounds and the horrors of battlefield and what sat upon her leg was not just mere scratch and they both knew that. She was as stubborn as he was at times and it infuriated him but he would not fault her in wanting to prove herself.

“And if I command you as your prince to see thy self to the healing ward?”

He knew her aunt could heal her but he also knew how much Sigyn could downplay a wound or ailment. When she turned to look at him he met her eyes as he thought about it.

“If I am back in time. I’ve something to do with Thor and you know how that can go”, he replied. Though if he were lucky Thor would either grow bored or forget altogether and Loki could perhaps shirk the duties to resume their training.

         ❛ Command me, ❜ Sigyn repeated in disbelief, raising her brow.  ❛ You would never. ❜

Eyeing him appraisingly, she carefully studied his features.  It was a gamble, yes, but a solid one at that — she had grown close enough to him to know he respected her too much to order her around in such a manner

He could ask of her anything he wanted, and she would readily oblige — because he was her friend and she held the deepest respect for him.  Lowering her brow, she fixed him with a firm gaze and an adamant expression, silently reminding him she was not one to be commanded, regardless of her status in Asgard.

Sigyn almost missed his response, having begun to walk away.  She stopped once more and quickly retrieved a small, slender object from within the folds of her skirts — a knife with intricate carvings upon the handle, which she had been gifted as a child during her first harvest celebration.  Placing it against his chest in order to hand it off to him, she tilted her head, almost smirking.

❛ Just in case. ❜

She winked.  Sigyn knew all too well how excursions with Thor could go.  It wouldn’t hurt to have a little bit of extra protection.

Having her aunt tend to her injury had not worked out quite how Sigyn had intended.  After her initial inspection of the wound, Freyja had determined that whatever had bitten her ( most likely some sort of spider ) was venomous.  And, once she had successfully drawn out what venom she could, administered medicine to treat it, and dressed it in bandages, she relegated Sigyn to her chambers for the remainder of the day, forbidding her from doing anything other than resting in bed.

Of course, Sigyn was not overly pleased at this outcome.  There were few places that she actually enjoyed in Asgard, and her room in the palace was absolutely not one of them — neither was the palace itself.  It was times like this that made her especially miss her home.

A few hours passed before Sigyn felt as though she might go out of her mind with boredom.  Logically compromising with herself, she posited that sitting at her desk with a few books she could study wouldn’t be so different from laying in bed.  At least it was better than doing nothing.

Whilst devoutly focused on a particularly interesting passage, she heard a knock upon her door.  Excitedly, she turned in the direction of the sound, glad for any company no matter whom it might be.

“You know you won’t get this back yes?”, he all but teased before he watched her leave. OF course he’d return it, he knew her well enough to know that she was sentimental about things at times. He also knew that it would mean he would have to return in one piece to return her blade. 

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So perhaps the plan had not been fully thought out, or perhaps he had thought it far to complicated for THor to grasp the entire concept of talking things out first. Either way, their outing went as all other outings had gone Once again Loki was the one to shroud their retreat in mist whilst Thor well... Thor continued to be Thor. 

Instead of heading down into Medina to grow drunk upon mead and listen to Volstagg recount the tale, inaccurately of course, Loki had slipped away and returned to the palace. Checking the healing ward he sighed softly. She was so stubborn! 

Knocking on the outer chamber door he waited before entering. 

“You know, I should have ordered you to go to the healing ward to see Eir instead of your aunt. But then you being you, would never listen”, he sighed as he flopped down upon a chaise.