AN: Aand here's Loki's half. Next part of the series is porn, go to my AO3 for that :3
Sorry about the wait, got tangled up in real life!
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It's an unutterable morning of spring: flower petals fly on a blizzard-cold gust, the sun blurs the dusty panes, little birds crow upon the gutters, and the daughter of one of the gardeners is wheezing a song with all her might – while spreading manure on the garden's flowerbeds. Under his window. Shattered in a moment of pessimism.
Yes, Loki is irritated. Kind of you to ask, now take that liqueur away before I shove it up your nose – carafe and tray included. Yes, I know you're just a squire. I know that messengers should neither be headed nor hanged, as well.
No, I really don't care.
"Huh. A good beginning bodes well" Sif remarks from the doorway, letting the crying boy pass.
Loki aims his gaze at her. He forbade himself to go to the official breakfast to prevent any incidents, but that doesn't mean he will refuse those who so generously offer themselves as victims.
"What do you want?" he asks, velvety.
She makes her belt dagger swing and studies the remains of the furnishings. She shrugs, distracted by the general chaos.
"Thor is looking for you."
"And he's doing it so well that it didn't occur to him to look here, in my chamber?"
Sif lets through a little smirk. "Maybe he wants to buy time."
"Oh, spare me the act" he says, resentful, turning on his heels to consume more pavement. "Say what he told you to tell me and get out. And remind him that I won't accept anything less than prostration. This time, he's truly crossed the line."
"The Norns forbid I start meddling in your business" she exclaims, offended, throwing up her hands. "I learn from my mistakes, thank you!"
And she disappears offstage, swallowed by the hallway.
Loki swears, tossing a book on the floor. And bestowing a kick on his escritoire. Then he realizes he could have stuck to Sif a little enchantment-present for His Majesty – either that, or shortened her hair (that would have pissed off Thor!). Instead, he let his chance slip away. He's distracted and inconclusive.
He crashes down on an armchair. Then he grits his teeth and bits the knuckles of his hand, moaning in anger, anxiety and frustration.
Curse Thor. He'll pay for this.
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As always, I couldn't find a beta for the translation. Feel free to point out mistakes and/or inaccuracies :)
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