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[asofwar]

[A short clip, unintentional; a brave NPC seems to think Sif is his designated partner for the tango, so he catches her on her way home from a stroll. Starting position is as far as he goes.]

Refrain. [Afterwards, the device seemingly falls to the ground; the sounds of a struggle follow, albeit a pacific one, and then hurried steps: someone running away. The feed turns off.]

AUDIO; PUBLIC

[Not even five minutes later; there's only the silence the interior of a home can offer, and her clipped tone.] I do not dance. Just to make it clear.

Whether I can or cannot is an entirely different matter, but the important detail here is that I choose not to. Your Midgardian dances are strange and the hands of men who have imposed a dance on me thus far get too clammy for my tastes.

If this is a curse, I will await its ending where I do not risk offense. I advise whoever intends to visit to heed my warning.

[The feed ends.]

[ooc; Very unaffected.]

Comments

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[worldofourown]

But specifics are so vulgar.

Private

[asofwar]

Vulgar is being accosted as well.

Private

[worldofourown]

No doubt.

But they will always blame the curse, if not boyish infatuation.

Private

[asofwar]

And they may, just as I may respond as I see fit.

Private

[worldofourown]

Decapitated any heads for trophies as yet?

Private

[asofwar]

Specifics are vulgar.

Private

[worldofourown]

My ears will survive the shock.

Private

[asofwar]

But would your neck?

Private

[worldofourown]

Past experience suggests it should.

Private

[asofwar]

How is it that conversation with you tires me more than walking all of Yggdrasil's branches would?

Private

[worldofourown]

You tell me, M'Lady.

My behavior so far have been nothing but impeccable.

[ Snort. ]

Private

[asofwar]

I have spent more years in the company of snakes than you have been whatever you are. Do not try your trickery on me.

I do not trust you.

Private

[worldofourown]

Ah, but who in this City can we trust?

Even family has a way of stabbing you in the back. Or front or side or fore or aft.

Private

[asofwar]

Not all. Not all of them.

Private

[worldofourown]

Often, one serpent in a flock of lambs is enough.

[ His family are all serpents. ]

Private

[asofwar]

[Everything ever is a metaphor for Loki.]

Pity you are not amongst lambs.

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[worldofourown]

[ His ways are insidious indeed. ]

Not at the moment. [ Nothing lamb-like about you, Sif. ] But the City has its fair and tasty share.