How do you gift wrap genocidal princes?

[brosif]

Characters: Sif, Cho
Open? No
Where: Cho’s quarters
When: Backdated to after Sif makes Loki Cho’s manservant.
What: Sif got Cho a present! And not at all a giant chore.
Warnings: None


After leaving the throne room, there was only one direction that Sif could in good sense set herself upon. It was important that Cho hear about her new...reward? Responsibility? Sif framed it as the former, but anyone with a passing familiarity with Loki’s temperament could only see it as the latter. It was a chore. One that should rightly, properly, have been Sif’s. She was of Asgard, pledged to take responsibility for any damage that her nation might incur.

In this responsibility, she no longer trusted herself. It was clear that she carried a bias, where Loki was concerned. One that served her ill.

Arriving at Cho's quarters, Sif announced her presence with a handmaiden, and waited for permission to enter.

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[tenuefarfalla]

Cho was packing, and her attendants were fretting. They insisted she was still too weak, that it was their job to care for her, that it wasn't safe for her to leave yet. All Cho wanted was to stop feeling like she was living inside the jewellery box of a six year old.

She looked up when Sif walked in, and smiled wanly. "I suppose you heard about the whole--" She pursed her lips, trying to decide how to phrase it, and then settled for just smashing her fists together. Presumably, one of those fists was meant to be her head, and the other was meant to be Loki's.

[brosif]

Ah. Sif looked somewhat sheepish. She didn't quite understand Cho's hand motions -- she didn't quite understand a lot about Cho, truly. But as far as Sif was aware, there was only one matter concerning the two women that could have spread throughout the kingdom's proverbial grapevine so quickly.

"Ah. Yes. I came here with the intent of confessing my role in all of it. I see that word here travels even swifter than I am able."

[tenuefarfalla]

A slight frown. "You were the one who suggested they bring him up here? Not that I'm not glad it worked, but... why would you tell anyone to get him to kiss me?" She stuffed a few more things in a leather bag, books and her outer armour and a couple of gifts that people had left for her. "Finding him in my bed was not exactly what I wanted to wake up to." Behind her, attendants giggled. "Shut it," she said sharply over her shoulder. "You people turned me into a bright pink marshmallow. Why do you think I'm getting the hell out of here?"

[brosif]

"In your bed?"

Odin's beard. This was a high enough offense to warrant treason, surely. She had turned a prince of Asgard into a common whore.

"I did not mean that sort of service!"

[tenuefarfalla]

Cho just frowned at Sif even more, totally uncomprehending. "You didn't mean for us to wake one another up?" Whose idea had it been, then? None of her 'girls' were taking credit for it. But maybe that was just because of the way Cho had blown up at everyone in the immediate vicinity when it had happened. In fact, they were pulling a repeat performance right now and running from the room quickly, skirts held in their hands and eyes fixed on the floor. Apparently Sif's anger was just as terrifying to them as Cho's.