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"Status as in you're royalty? As in a crown? I mean, I can think of various reasons of why they would be such a way…"
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"Status as in you're royalty? As in a crown? I mean, I can think of various reasons of why they would be such a way…"
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“I always need a hug from my favorite trickster,” Isabelle smiles faintly as she wraps her arms around him in return.
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“Not ruining my dress, for once, is a thing to be thankful for.”
She had begged her father, pleaded with him to rethink his actions. Attacking Asgaelrd was a terrible idea. She knew that much. They would have the upper hand, would be able to pick them off easily if they attempted to invade them, but he didn't listen. He never listened. The war had been terrible, already claiming the lives of many good men and women as they fought to keep their land from the Asgardians. Her father even wanted more land for the pain Odin had caused them over the years. She thought it was rather foolish, risky. The war needed to end, and if both sides kept pushing, there would be nothing left of either realm.
She spent what time she had free, tending to the injured with the healing abilities she had gained from her mother, or going out to fly, to clear her head of worries and anger. It was on one of her flights that she had seen guards dragging in a new prisoner from their raid on Asgard, though she also saw many men and women of her own people being dragged back, either dead or injured. She knew she would have her work cut out for her.
It was a while before she actually heard the prisoner be mentioned again, something about them being close ti finally breaking him? Had they tortured him? Since when was that something they did? Curiosity got the better of the griffin princess and late in the night, she snuck down to the dungeons, cloak pulled around her and hood up. What she saw, sickened her. The injuries that the man had. She didn't know how he was even still alive!
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“It’s good to see you too.” It’s nice to be missed, he cut himself off ‘fore he said the latter.
“How have you been?”
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“I’ve been-” She thought back to the termination of a friendship, the coffee incident, and helping with finding a lost dog. A lot to unpack there. “Ah, interesting, I guess would be the short version. But nothing like when you’re around. So then, how have you been?”
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“Are you so self-centered that you can’t acknowledge what made me lash out in the first place?” Sif may have said a few hurtful things, there was no denying it, but they were never gratuitous. “Maybe if you didn’t do things like cutting my hair you wouldn’t be hurt as well.”
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She expected familiar faces to greet her when her ship docked on the much larger vessel. Instead she was met by unfamiliar species causing Sif to think at first that she had boarded the wrong ship. It wasn’t until Korg told her otherwise that she headed further in. She had announced herself over coms before boarding so the lack of friendly faces was jarring. Even when she reached an area with more people there were simply a few polite nods in her direction.
Where were her friends?
Knocking into someone Sif turned around to apologise only to see the black and green of someone she hadn’t been expecting.
“Loki. I see you finally decided to drop the Odin act.”