#liies

     She might be nibbling on a pack of a dozen fresh cookies from a local new york baker.

How long had it been since they placed her within such a sleep-like trance ? Days ? Weeks ? ETERNITIES ? Recollection of memories brings her to recall the last time she had been caught, searching midgard for her siblings - for any sign that the gems were safe. 

The sleep was meant to keep her dormant - keep her from not only leaving so frequently, but under the protection of asgard’s care. Within the walls of Odin’s treasure room, she was kept protected from outside dangers, from beings attempting to seek power from her -

- & yet, it’s odd to feel a hand rest against her shoulder, light shake slowly stirring her awake. The trance. . .whoever they were, they were slowly lifting it from her. Only one with a touch of magic flowing through their veins, which meant. . .

     Natasha did her best not to stare incredulously at Loki as they arrived at one of the numerous conference rooms that SHIELD kept just for this purpose. Apparently he had intel, and she was the interested party.

     She hated being at a disadvantage.                 She hated even more that she couldn’t trust a single thing he said.

     “Okay, for the sake of argument, let’s say I believe you. What is it that I so urgently need to know that SHIELD sent one of their best spies to retrieve information from you?” 

The gallery’s grand opening still buzzed inside. Beautiful people in expensive clothes listened to beautiful music, and looked at expensive works of art by artists from all around the world. But she’d been startled by someone who’d had a bit too much of the complimentary champagne, who spoke a bit too loud, and stood a bit too close, and she fled to the nearest door -- right to the front of the museum. It was quiet, this late at night, though sirens still blared somewhere in the city, punctuated by dogs barking and the occasional shriek. At least the air was cool and clean after the rain that afternoon, and she adjusted her gown to cover herself properly again.

“If you’re here to scold me for doing something foolish then save your breath. I’ve already had the warriors three and Thor have their say. My ears are tired.”

 Sif winced as she sat herself up on the table in the healing room. Perhaps she had acted hasty but she had saved those involved too. It was her duty to protect others was it not?

               Thor turns to Loki, a smirk on his lips as he goes to pose his plan of action to his brother for their escape from Sakaar. ❛ You know... The easiest way off this wretched planet will be if we work together, ❜ he starts. ❛ We should do ‘get help’, ❜ he offers with a laugh, despite the severity of their situation and what could very well happen if they don’t make it off quickly...  ❛ It works every time, ❜ he says in a singsong manner.