He can instantly tell she’s not pleased to see him, a reaction he’s more than accustomed to, certainly when it comes to women. Peter swallows hard, attempting his most polite smile. “I’m a…a really good listener? He, uh, didn’t give a lot of details though so, it’d be nice if you stab me, because I can tell you’re considering it.”
“I have.” A pause. ”But I won’t.” Something told the shieldmaiden that this mortal is one of Thor’s many, many, m a n y allies, and she won’t not bring any of them to harm. No matter how annoying they are. Folding her arms, the lady observes him, her nonchalant expression not changing in the slightest. Finally she frowns and inquires, “And what business do you have with me?” She might as well ask that much before deciding it to be irrelevant.
"It’s Sif, right?" Peter smiles gently, glancing the woman over. Yeah, she had to be Asgardian, dressed like that. “Heard about you, uh, all good, of course. You’ve got a good guy rooting for you, you know.”
Oh, no, she thinks. Not you again. Sif is close to reaching for her sword when his f l i m s y attempts at flattery leave her vexed… and somewhat befuddled. ”I know." Thor. Obviously—though the implication that noble Thor is throwing her name every which way leaves her discontent.
”Though the question remains: how do you?”
[ He remains quiet a moment, then brushes her cheek with his thumb, them holds it as he presses his lips to hers. With her back, there was an ease he hadn’t felt in months. A relief that quelled the sorrow he felt when she had gone into her wild state ] If I may— How are you? Are there… lingering and plaguing thoughts still?
[Her eyes flutter ever so slightly as she relinquishes herself to this brief moment of respite. She had missed him, and Asgardia… Why, she had even missed Midgard, believe it or not. At the thunderer’s question, the goddess pauses thoughtfully, pressing her lips into a flat line.] ’Tis strange— My thoughts are lighter than I thought they would be. Doubt still clings to be, as does the hunger, but they are not as burdensome or troubling…
I just did— Alas, of course he did lack what you sought. [ He snakes his arms around hers, leaning slightly down to get a better look at her ] Though, the same could be said for myself. Plenty of women bedded— [ He smirks, looking away, speaking in a more gentle tone now ] But none have e’er had been loved like you…
[She rolls her eyes at his conquests and bed-fellows—names and numbers that the shieldmaiden neither desired to know nor wish to be c o m p a r e d to—but her gaze turns more sincere and her expression soft at his next claim. Brushing a loose lock of hair from the thunder god’s brow, the lady smiles.] Just as I have loved none other like you. [Fancies might have come and gone, but the love of a god is enduring and eternal.]
Of course I have bathed! ‘Twas the first thing that I did after eating.
A Loki who bathes and gluttons. Sleep has done you wonders.
I suppose I could say the same for you— [ He makes an ‘o’ face, then laughs afterwards, nudging her lightly ]
You would not d a r e . [Smirking, she leans against him.] You recall, I looked to brave Balder, for a time. But alas— He lacked certain… [She looks him down and up.] … qualities.