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Kæru Dagbók,
I joined my brother and his friends again today. We went to the Colosseum and practised sword-fighting. I dueled with Fandral and Thor and didn't lose even once, but that's because I pulled a few tricks and fooled them with my magic. I did it discreetly, small illusions here and there. They didn't even suspect anything! In fact Thor thinks that I'm actually improving. I'm really getting better with my magic.
Sif couldn't believe it when I actually Thor, so she challenged me afterwards. I lost. I admit I had been distracted by her. Honestly, I think she still looks pretty with short hair. Short, black hair like mine. The fight started out alright, and I was focused on her. Too focused, I supposed. I was stunned for a moment when our eyes met and I saw her brown, almost golden, eyes. I can't believe I've never noticed them before. I mean, it's not like I've never seen her before, but I've never actually bothered to look. I didn't even last a minute in the ring with her.
I was just walking out of the ring after my defeat when Sif demanded another duel with me.
I think Sif still bears a grudge against me for cutting her hair, because she fought so ferociously. She is quick and light on her feet. My magic could not keep up, and I was soon tired from casting so many spells. Sif had kicked me, and I ended up sprawled on the ground with a sword hovering by my neck. Sif was breathing hard but had a smug look on her face, and the others were cheering for her from somewhere nearby.
"Good fight, Loki," she had said as she pulled me up. "You truly are getting better." And she actually smiled at me. The kind of smile she gives Thor when he does something admirable.
Sif has never commended me before. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself even though I looked worse for wear. I had looked into her eyes again then. Brown flecked with gold. And her hair. Her short jet black hair standing out in some places. It made her look almost cute. There, I said it. I can't believe I just used that word.
When we were heading back Thor and Sif deliberately walked slower, lagging behind us and told the rest of us to go on without them. Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg were laughing and teasing Thor so much his face was so flushed. Thor is really lucky. Sif likes him a lot because he's worthy and has Mjolnir. Sometimes I wonder... Would she like me if I was the one with Mjolnir instead of Thor?
I don't know what to feel. I know I'm not jealous, and I'm happy for Thor. But deep down it hurts a little.
Vinur þinn,
Loki Odinson