Thanks for the lovee :] Here's Day 2!

"Careful, friend," Thor cautioned Tony the following morning. "Asgardian mead is very strong. Take small portions at a time if you are planning to..."

Steve and Clint had been the last to arrive for breakfast, finding their old and new friends already situated at the grand table. Before they all went to bed last night, they had met the mighty Odin, who was intimidating, but also appearing weakened as well. He took a great liking to Steve though, but on the other hand, who wouldn't?

Steve caught Natasha's eye; the redhead was sitting with Sif already, and there were two empty seats on either side of the two women. Natasha beckoned Steve over to sit in the spare spot next to her, which he complied eagerly. Clint didn't have a problem with this, because he was already taking the other seat next to Sif.

Tony was the first to notice the happy-school-girl behavior of the two men, Thor mildly noticing as well, and Bruce lightly hummed, deciding to say nothing. Their Asgardian friends had been oblivious to the display, mouths stuffed with food.

"Don't even," Bruce said when Tony started to open his mouth.

"You're lucky my phone doesn't get reception here," Tony grumbled. "I miss Jarvis. Ol' buddy...ol' pal." His lips quivered, eyes tearing up.

"Is Lord Anthony really romantically attached to this Jarvis person?" said Volstagg, making Hogun and Bruce snort in their meal, fighting back laughter.

"Jarvis is a..." Thor struggled for the right term to use.

"An Al, thank you very much," Tony snapped. "Kinda like an imaginary friend with a voice. Does stuff," he told Volstagg. "Keyword: FRIEND."

Volstagg chuckled. "I see."

"You're later than usual," Natasha noted as Steve sat down next to her.

"Time here differs than it does in your Realm," said Sif. "That is possibly why."

"Speaking of Realms, you should definitely come to ours sometime," said Clint, stealing a grape from the vine off Sif's plate. Natasha and Steve exchanged glances, Natasha looking like she was trying not to scoff and snort.

"I have come to Midgard previously," Sif corrected him.

"For more than a day?"

Sif stayed firm. "I haven't time."

"Uh huh."

"You doubt me, mortal?"

"..."

"..."

"...Um, Steve, why don't you and I just-?" Natasha said, gesturing quickly for her and Steve to get up, which he caught on immediately; their team noticed the two leave the table rather quickly, fingers laced together.

"They were right to run," said Fandral, eyeing one of his oldest friends, her gaze quickly turning deadly to the mundane that sat with her.

"She's not gonna hurt him, right?" said Bruce.

"It's likely but no," said Hogun. "Lady Sif is not easy to anger, but then again..."

"There are certain things that, as you Midgardians would say, 'set her off'," said Fandral, Volstagg and Thor nodding in silent agreement.

Sif suddenly stood up, effortlessly tossing the entire table over, causing the Avengers (except Thor) to jump; Steve and Natasha peered around the column they were hiding behind, Steve's chin grazing the top of Natasha's head. Clint was quick to his feet and, actually, following her.

"I think we're going to need a new table..." said Bruce, keeping his calm.

"Nonsense!" Thor looked over his shoulder. "Brother, I know you're there. Reveal yourself. No more illusions!"

Sighing, Loki appeared, morphing out of nowhere-and with Darcy at his side.

"You always treated me like I was your little pet that does things for you," Loki said coolly, approaching the table.

"Aw, c'mon, don't be a sour puss," said Darcy, patting his arm.

Rolling his eyes, he addressed the other prince in a sickeningly sweet tone, "Brother dearest, what do you require me to do? How may I assist you?"

Thor smiled warmly back, unfazed. "Repair the table, if you don't mind. If you wish I can go inform a servant and we'll..."

"Lady Sif took her unbridled anger out on inanimate objects again?" Loki interrupted knowingly.

"Indeed."

Loki sighed, taking a moment to channel his magic. Then, with outstretched hands, he took the two pieces of the table that had been split in half, and molded them together into one.

"Thank you," Thor said truthfully.

Loki slightly bowed, then turned on his heel; Darcy clung onto his arm, not after stealing a hot yeast roll first, and they exited the dining hall.

"That was...nice?" Tony said awkwardly.

"I think Lady Darcy has made quite the impression on him," said Fandral. "Wouldn't blame him. Darcy, well...she's...-"

"Hey now," Tony and Jane said at the same time.

"That's my little sister you're talking about," Tony added, feeling a brotherly protectiveness over the taser loving woman.

"Amen," said Jane with narrowed eyes. "You stay away from Darcy."

"You lack trust in me yet you let her go off with him?" Fandral protested.

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"Okay, what did I say? What's up your butt this morning?" Clint went on, easily keeping pace with the goddess. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Haven't gotten any lately? That time of the month? Do goddesses even get those?"

Sif sighed heavily through her nose.

Clint grinned. "Am I annoying you?"

"Thoroughly."

"Tense much?"

"Maybe."

"Want me to rub that pretty neck?"

Sif whirled with a battle cry, sword out and now pointing at Clint; the tip grazed his throat, and he stopped in his tracks, holding his hands up cautiously.

"Don't pester me, mundane. I will slit your throat with no remorse," she warned darkly.

"Whoa, okay, and I thought we were just getting to know each other," said Clint, not liking the way the metal scratched his throat when he swallowed. Sif's grip on the blade tightened, her foot taking her a step forward and closer to him. "Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry." Even though he didn't know what he said to make her mad. He will never understand women. "I was wrong," he continued, eyes darting around. If she did decide to try to kill him, the odds of him getting away safely by climbing up something is roughly a one in a million. But he did notice other Asgardians, as well as his teammates out of the corner of his eye look at him with concern and worry, stop to watch. "Now, honey, people are starting to watch," he gently teased to lighten the mood.

If looks could kill, Clint would be in a pool of his own blood, with her sword plunged down his throat. Easing out of her fighting stance, she abruptly turned, black hair like the night swinging around and hitting her face, and sheathed her weapon.

"Lady Sif, Lord Clinton!" Thor boomed as he walked over, the others not far behind. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, Thor," said Sif. And with one last dark look in Clint's direction, she walked away.

"You're lucky I didn't have my bow," Clint grumbled under his breath.

Sif had heard.

Freezing in her footing, she turned sharply yet again, this time flinging the sword in Clint's direction.

"HIT THE DECK!" Tony yelped, and Clint was the last to duck, barely dodging his death. The sword stuck in the column by his head, and he looked at it with frightened, bewildered eyes.

Sif walked back over in return, yanking the sword out of the column.

"Did you mumble something, mundane?" she hissed.

"Yeah, I was just s-saying, um...what nice hair you have?" Clint said lamely. "It's like a black waterfall. Heh."