Vilvi wore a simple pair of tights and a sleeveless tunic, nothing fancy. After all, who got dolled up for sword training? Vilvi held the sword Sif had given her for their training session; it was heavier than her own, a lot longer for sure. She was struggling to keep it up and Sif wasn't giving her any slack. Continuously Sif raised her sword to strike at Vilvi, and Vilvi managed to just barely raise her own blade in defense to block the cut. They went on this way for a good long while. Vilvi's arms were tiring and Sif was taking advantage of that.
"Your enemy won't stop just because you get tired!" Sif shouted over the loud noise of crossing blades. "How bad do you want to survive this!?" It wasn't much longer before Sif delivered one precise hit that knocked the sword right out of Vilvi's hands. "And now you're dead." Sif commented bluntly, holding the tip of her sword near Vilvi's chin.
Vilvi, breathing heavily, held her arms above her head and nodded. "I'm just not strong enough to hold that sword."
"You need to improve your upper body strength, that's for sure. Among many other things of course." Sif added as she lowered her sword. "But this is only your first lesson, I wasn't expecting you to already be at an expert level." Sif sheathed her sword and directed Vilvi to doors of the training room, "Let's get a drink and cool down, you look like you could use a seat."
"You know Princess," Sif began as the two of them walked down the large corridors of the Asgardian palace. "There are many rumors regarding as to why exactly you're here in Asgard."
"And you're curious about the true reason, correct?" Vilvi assumed.
"Naturally." Sif answered rather bluntly.
"Well I'm curious as to what you've heard."
"Well…The popular assumption is you're here to take over Asgard. Some say by killing the royal family, others say by marrying Odin's heir and assuming power the legal way."
"Would you teach me how to use a sword if you thought I'd try to murder the royal family?"
"Obviously I don't really believe in that rumor all too much."
"Well I can assure you, I have no interest in gaining control of Asgard."
"Then why are you here?"
There was a silence between the two women just as they reached the doors to the dining hall. Vilvi pondered the concept of telling Sif. Vilvi trusted Sif, and wanted Sif to trust her, and felt as if telling Sif the truth wouldn't necessarily be such a terrible thing. After all, she could have someone else to talk to regarding the matter besides Mora. "Well, one part of the rumors is true, I am to marry Odin's heir, whoever that may be."Vilvi look now to Sif, who had a certain look to her that implied both confusion and fear. "Not the answer you were hoping for?"
"Not really. I had a feeling you'd say that, honestly."
"Then why do you look so shocked?" Vilvi furthered asked as they took seats at a rather large unoccupied table.
"You say 'whoever that may be' as if we both don't know the answer."
Vilvi was careful about her next words, "You think Odin will choose Thor, don't you?"
"I don't think, Princess, I know. Everyone knows, even Loki knows." There was a strange look in Sif's eyes, one Vilvi didn't understand but yet a certain instinct told her all she needed to know. With that simple look in Sif's eyes, a look of both pain and understanding, Vilvi knew Sif had feelings for Thor.
Vilvi didn't dare ask if her instinct was correct. If Sif wanted to tell her, she would. She wouldn't put Sif in the awkward spot of confirming such a suspicion considering the situation. Vilvi simply said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Again, another look in Sif's eyes. Without any words to imply it, it was like they had an entire conversation with their eyes. Vilvi understood Sif's feelings, and Sif knew Vilvi could see it as clear as day, and there was certain sense of appreciation in Sif's face now as she looked to Vilvi with a soft smile.
"Well, I guess we will." Sif said simply.
Vilvi saw a great chance for a real friendship with Sif, something she had been border line deprived of most her life. She was afraid the concept of marrying Thor might ruin that, yet it seemed Sif seemed to understand the politics and reasoning behind it. Still, it was just one more reason for Vilvi to wish at night it would be Loki Odin would name as his heir.