#liesmithing

Sigyn watched Loki's face until he caught her meaning, smiling at the color in his cheeks. Then she glanced down into her chalice and frowned. “Hm, I’m out of wine.” She walked away to refill her cup but paused to glance over her shoulder, quite satisfied to find him watching her leave. Not bad for a start, and a start it was.

      ➷ ❝ Hey there, sir. You doin’ alrigh’? ❞

            She didn't mean to stare. Not really, but her teachings have gotten             so much better that she's getting to the point where she can sense             magic. And it clings to him like vines creeping around a tree. So,             she was curious. Until green eyes cut her way and she nearly spilled             her coffee all over her.

            "----Sorry. Sorry! I didn't mean to stary. I just. I swear I've had a dream             with you in it. And there was a muzzle and some shackles and I totally             saved your life. It was a great dream."

            She was bullshitting, but it sounded better than 'I can sense magic on you.'

Morning was quickly fading into afternoon, the softer tones of the sun taking on bolder, brighter hues making the city all around even more bright----it was almost blinding. At least the gold of Asgard didn't gleam so annoyingly. And not for the first time, the God of Thunder found himself homesick.

Fingers tapped against the brick wall behind him, blue eyes on the matching sky and lost in thought. Thor was aware that people were whispering, that they were pointing ----he was a known figure in this world now. Even in mortal garb. And yet, they kept their distance.

           ➷ He had to admit, this definitely was not one of his cleanest jobs.

           ➷ ❝ Uh... S'rprise? ❞