“You fight like a girl!!” Loki shouted as he taunted Thor, Standing on a little tower above the worn Training Arena he chanted at Thor and Sif as they swung for each-other with blunted swords to not cause harm.
Thor looked at Sif eagerly, He always loved fighting her, she was a strong warrior...One of the best he had ever known, ever would know. He flashed her one of his cheeky grins as he tightened his grip on his sword, Pacing forwards at speeds that would make the best Earth athletes look like mere child; he swung at her at tremendous speeds, the sun glared off the sword as it swung in the air, The tranquil swinging noise as it cut through the air was abruptly stopped as Sif’s blade connected with his, causing a most violent thud as metal clashed on metal.
The Two Asgardians warriors looked at each-other, no words were said as the two interlocked swords, gazing into each-other’s captivating and enthralling eyes, Thor could not help but to lose concentration in the fight as this happened, he was hypnotized every-time he looked into her eyes, The two shared the most strange intimate moment, locked in combat as they looked at each other, Sif suddenly broke into a cunning grin as she put her foot in-between Thors own and swiped them from underneath him, almost humorously Thor tumbled to the ground.
He looked at her embarrass, “Cheater” He turned his head away, not wanting to let he see his guilty smile, he loved letting her win…that was his excuse anyways.
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30 minutes later in the Great Tavern
Thor grasped his drink, sighing he looked at his comically large friend Volstag and spoke “I love her...I do my friend...But...” He sighed and took a massive gulp from his alcohol; it tasted almost stale somehow...A white mustache was left on his upper lip before he brushed it away staining his forearm.
He smashes his drink onto the wooden table as it spilled a little, He scrunched up his face “But she does not love me…We can never be together…” He drowned his sorrows as he finished his drink. “I am making excuses, excuse my coward like appearance; I am just too scared to tell her how I feel” Not even Thor, The God of Thunder was above the torturous feeling of love, and fear if it all hit the fan.
His giant friend spoke as he punched Thor softly on the shoulder, Softly enough to kill a normal Mortal that is, Thor rubbed his shoulder intently as he listened to his friend “Thor, My good friend, Women are like Frost Giants, You have to hit them to get them too notice you, or else…” He clenched his fist faking he was breaking something “They freeze you too death” He laid back in his seat, feeling pleased with himself at that statement.
Thor looked at his friend a little puzzled...He had not gotten what he said; it did not even make sense. He just continued to rub his shoulder as he finished his drink…
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Same time, but in Sif’s personal Quarters with Amora
Sif ran her hands through her beautiful hair as she looked in the mirror, Making herself look even more beautiful, She was not sure why…In the reflection sat Amora, The Enchantress she was otherwise known as, Sif spoke as she brushed her hair softly “Amora…I wish things were different, He could never love me, He has his eye on somebody else, I can feel it...His heart is already taken” She stopped brushing her hair as she looked into the mirror gloomily, her eyes did not have the same colour and enthusiasm as before. They were more lost than usual; she got like this every-so often...She longed to tell Thor how she felt.
Amora rolled her eyes at Sif before speaking, Sarcastically “Ohh no, You are only the best looking, strongest most pretty women in the whole of Asgard-” She paused and placed her hand on her own chest “Apart from me actually, but still – If you want him , go get him” She however…felt the same. The three were caught in a kind of love-triangle, but none of them knew that they felt anything for the other. Sif loved Thor, Thor loved Sif and Amora loved Thor…Things were going to get very complicated sooner or later. Probably sooner.
The Great Tavern with Thor and Volstag
“I will do it NOW!!” Thor jumped up onto the table almost falling over dizzily; he was completely and utterly drunk. He coughed some drink out of his nose as he spoke while catching his balance “I am goiiinng to tell...tell h-..her how I feel...Now!” He pointed towards the Tavern exit with a finger before face-planting onto the ground as his eyes widened in shock a moment too late…the room went black.
A soon while after…
“Thor…Thor…Wake up...Waaaakkkeee upp” Sif stood above Thor in all her beauty, He gazed upon her. He looked around the room confused, his own room, what was she doing in his room? How the hell did he get here? He spoke “Sif…I...” He cut it short, suddenly her face change into Loki...He had played a trick, the mischievous devil! Thor let out a shout of anger as the noise echoed throughout the whole room “I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS, BROTHER, and YOU WILL PAY!” He itched his nose…then fell into sleep before he could give chase, he did not mind that much anyways, Loki had done worse, much worse.
To be continued…
, I have done it in my own Format, I don't care for the FanFic one, I RPG too much and that is how I write from now-on, Bold and all, love or hate. Thanks for reading!!