Baldr
"This is madness! Madness, Sif. Madness!" Volstragg roars with impending fury. His large fists slam onto the table, shattering it to pieces. His nostrils flare as he stares down the raven haired warrior. Bladr could see his hands twitching. He senses they were itching to beat some sense in their comrade.
Unfortunately, Sif does not take well to being reprimanded like a child. Instead she answers with an equally stubborn glare. "If you wish not join this venture, Volstragg, then I simply ask that you leave the premises at once," she snaps coldly.
Volstragg's stare now turns into an all out glare at her words. Baldr did not know anymore if this was the same Sif that he knew.
"You do not know what this will lead to, girl," standing to his full height, he easily over towers her, an intimidating force. Sif discredits that. But her face does soften with misery when she stalks towards him.
"Are you not his friend, Volstragg? His comrade?" she clutches his hands. "If you are, join me. Help me get back a friend that is lost. A friend that we are capable of saving. Heimdall will allow us passage through the Bifrost. I'm sure of it," Fandral snakes his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him. Sif nuzzles her head on his chest, a sign of their newly formed relationship. It started after Thor had been banished and he had his suspicions that Fandral's affections were not returned.
Valstrogg looks repentant of his actions and seems to agree with-
"O, do stop your insipid whining, woman," all eyes turn to Loki and Baldr couldn't help but feel relieved that he had brought Loki to the meeting. Loki was a key member in the group and surely the others would listen to reason if it came from him. Thor was always the brawn, Loki was the brains and he was the charm so it was no surprise that they were the most beloved in all of Asgard.
Sif's face scrunches up in distaste and Fandral's grip on his sword hilt tightens, he seems ready to slice Loki as where he sits.
Loki is disinterested with their reactions, his eyes, two smoldering coals that burned with a distinctive fury. He was always the one that hated idiocy. "Your little façade of helping a friend is utter bullshit," brother stands, his posture straight and rigid as he stalks towards the pair of lovers and gullible Volstragg. "Your reasons would only convince a fool."
"I see the true reasons of your lunacy, wench." He captures a lock of Sif's hair and twirls it with his fingers. Fandral pulls Sif even closer to his chest, his actions was that of a jealous lover. "Unrequited love is a terrible thing is it not, Sif? The empty pain of knowing that your supposed friend and leader can never return you girlish fantasies of love just hurts. So it's no wonder that you suddenly decide to sleep with our very own Fandral," with a certain dramatic flourish he sweeps his hand in Fandral's direction.
A fist launches itself at Loki and almost collides but brother has already projected himself to a safer part of the room. The owner of the fist seethed and growled, his eyes a fixed a glower on Loki.
Red stained the cheeks of Sif, tears running down her alabaster cheeks, her arms clenching onto the tunic of Fandral.
"Fandral, how crude of you. Punching at me out of nowhere while I was unaware is simply cowardly," a slight chuckle emits from Loki's lips. "And I apologize if you cannot accept truth that is clear to anyone's eyes."
Loki turns to Sif, "and to you my dear wench, your pitiful show of adoration is simply degrading. You may preach and whine all you want but that does not assure you in his heart, it will only show more of that obsession you hold for him."
Sif storms out of the room and is followed by Fandral but not before sending a scathing glare to Loki.
"Was that wise, Loki?" the raspy murmur of Hogum brings a more a soothing touch to the room after all the harsh utterances it's witnessed. Volstragg sits down on the abandoned chairs by the broken table, his demeanor was that of man with all the troubles of the world on his shoulders.
Baldr leans further on the wall, putting all of his body weight on the hard surface. He needs a bit of rest after that.
"And what do you think, Hogum?"
A pregnant silence follows.
"It was unkind..," seconds of silence. "But there is always truth in harsh words."
The four of them stayed on their places, unsure of what to make of the situation. Baldr knew that Loki had reasons for his actions, Loki was not brash, he studied and analyzed, seeking favorable decisions in his favor. Sif would have to understand through time that her venture was madness and needed to be stop before it has even started.
Frigg
Shouting and cursing were the only indication that Frigg needed to know that it was Sif and Fandral coming her way.
"That ice hearted bastard will pay for this humiliation, I swear it!" she heard Sif shriek. Soft whispers reply in return, she suspects they were a compilation of charms and adorations that are sadly answered with a loud, "Quiet."
The raven haired goddess and her adoring lover could be heard across the entire hallway. Servants and warriors alike turned their heads to the sound of shouting and cursing but returned to their earlier actions once they saw her.
"He is nothing but a worm hiding behind Thor's shadow!" Sif bellows.
Frigg has to resist the urge to snap at the offending sentence against her son. She had expected more from the goddess.
"I will stab-," "Sif." Her voice jolts the enraged goddess from her ranting. They turn their heads to her and immediately bow.
"My….queen..I," she tries to speak.
"Save me the apologies, girl. I have heard everything," Frigg snaps. Her temper had suddenly risen when she heard the insult directed to her son. "And I've come to warn you that if you continue to flap that mouth any longer, I will be forced to slice it off myself."
Fear appeared once on the girl's face, her lover stood by her side, silent and rigid as a rock.
"It be best to keep it shut, no?" Frigg forms a queenly smile on her face. But everyone could sense the hostility from it. "Before something unfortunate may happen."
