"Talks are for the weak, Thor says. And yet, it was through talks that my father avoided the war with the dwarves. Tricks do not make a warrior, Father says. And yet, it was tricks that my father used to bring about truce with the Frost Giants. Father forgets his own lessons. Weapons and war do not make a warrior, I say."
"A steady mind makes a warrior. A war mind," Sif said.
" A mind at constant war? You would know ."
"Nay, a mind at peace. A war unfolds in the mind, even before it's begun in the battlefield."
"War is perception of the enemy," Loki said. "We think alike, you and I."
"You have a war mind, Loki. As do I."
"And yet you understand the entirety of war, and not simply the rush of battle or the clash of weapons. War is within you, and without. You, Sif, you are war embodied. A war goddess. "
"And you, Loki? What are you?"
"I, Sif? Am I not simply a man? Have I not only my tricks?"
"Nay. Loki of Seven Tongues, they call you. Loki of Silver Speech. A tongue for diplomacy and yet another for lies. You are not just any man. And you were never simple. "
"Eight." Loki said, softly.
"What?"
"Eight," he repeated. "You forget the eighth." He smirked. "The eighth that only you knew of, Sif."
INSPIRED BY Yggdrassil Dreaming by Barkour AND To pick up arms by Mira-Jade . Both MUST READ.