irl w/loki ;

[glaived]

[ OKAY SO THERE ARE TWO THREADS IN HERE TO CUT DOWN ON THE NUMBER OF POSTS I HAVE TO MAKE. SIF FINDING LOKI AS A YOUNG CHILD AND THEN LOKI'S SWITCH BACK TO ADULT MCBROODING KINGLY ODINSON. YOU'RE ALL WELCOME. ]

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[glaived]

[ Waking up to find herself in her own body was, quite frankly, the best thing that had happened to Sif since seeing Thor in person. There were other highlights, true, but none so relieving as having breasts again. Her own, for that matter - considering she wouldn't put it past the network to shove her into another body.

With that in mind, Sif set off to find Loki as if to double check that everything had returned to some sort of normal. Ignoring the guards stationed at either side of the door to his quarters, Sif gave the doors a good hard knock before sticking her head in. ]

Loki?

[trickstering]

[Something had seemed off, but he couldn't place it, not at first. It was still morning, and he was still waking, and things seemed sort of correct. But then they didn't. The stuff in his room seemed arranged differently, stacks of books he didn't remember in languages he couldn't read. There were trinkets that seemed magical he didn't know what they were for. He could feel the magic in the room even if he couldn't comprehend it, but understood intrinsically that it was there.

He frowned. This was his room, wasn't it? But it was different. When the strange tall black haired woman knocked on his door and asked his name at first he thought perhaps she was just some servant he didn't know who also apparently wasn't keen on titles, but that wasn't it at all, was it? She looked...familiar, and yet not the familiar, the way the room seemed.

Loki was scared. He gathered the blankets closer to himself and moved back towards the headboard, as if that might do anything.]

Who are you?

[Said almost convincingly, as if he had any courage left, and could summon the sort of over-bearing presence that was befit to royalty.]

What are you doing here?

[glaived]

[ Oh no. Oh no. With a quick look over her shoulders at the guards, Sif slipped into the room, shutting the door as fast as she could. This was a problem. A big problem, one they couldn't work around.

Because she knew that face, having pushed him to the ground when she was his age because he'd said something stupid or insulting. Most often both. ]

You don't recognize me?

[ Of course he wouldn't. She had blonde hair then - before he'd cut it all off out of some some fit of jealousy. ]

[trickstering]

[Her quick actions only serve to disquiet him further, but he knows not what he ought to do. If Thor were here, he would know - he was braver, and stupider besides.

But what she says is interesting.]

Should I?

[glaived]

Yes.

[ Don't panic, Sif. Don't panic. Loki's just turned into a kid. He can talk, which is progress over him going back to being a horse. ]

I'm Sif.

[trickstering]

No you're not. Sif is my age. And she has blond hair.

[and she doesn't have...curves like that....]

[glaived]

I grew up. And you cut off my hair.

[ well. now she does. ]

[trickstering]

Why would I do that...

[glaived]

Jealousy, I do not know. It matters not, not after centuries.

[ but she's going to take a few steps forward to peeeeer at him. ]

Are you quite well?

[trickstering]

I'm sorry, then.

[oh she's getting closer and he's running out of places to back away into.]

Yes! I'm fine!

[too quickly, as if telling her will keep her on that side of his room]

[glaived]

You've never apologized for it before.

[ yeah no he's out of luck she is right there Loki. what are you going to do about it. ]

If this is another virus-- [ trailing off, because she's beginning to hate the things. ]

[trickstering]

[he looks down at the covers sheepishly, not really understanding anything of what she just said.]

[glaived]

[ well then Sif is just going to sit on the foot of his bed and not look at him because oh god what does she do with a younger Loki. ]

[glaived]

[ Loki had, once Sif had done whatever amounted to her version of tucking a kid in, expressed a great interest in having someone around to fight off the frost giants he was sure were under his bed. No matter how many time she checked or waved her glaive around he remained utterly convinced and, exhausted, she'd agreed to stay the night.

Which had ended up with her falling asleep next to him and, over the course of the night, spread out across the bed. If something or someone was in her way, she'd sleep over it. That's just how she worked. ]

[trickstering]

[okay this is forward dated to the 29th obviously, but w/e.

It was true that Loki had never slept particularly well, but even those nightmares meant nothing in the face of being in the correct body again. Nine days he had gone in the wrong bodies - first a horse, then Sif's (with her terrible horrible bound breasts why she did that to herself he could not comprehend), and then as a child. And for the last he had even acted like a child, but the virus didn't have the good grace to let him forget all the things that had happened. Wonderful. But oh, gods, he was in the right body. That was all that really mattered anymore.

Well that and whatever it was that was on top of him.

Sif.

Oh.

Right.

He taps her shoulder gently, hooping she won't wake to punch him out of anger or frustration or LOKI HOW DARE YOU TRICK ME TO BEING IN YOUR BED.]

[glaived]

[ It doesn't wake her, only causes her to stir and bury her face in whatever is closest to it (probably Loki's chest). A morning person she is, but only when she doesn't spend half the night trying to convince a small prince that nothing is going to come get him the moment she leaves the room.

Groaning, her grip around his torso tightens. Whoever is poking her shoulder should knock it off and let her get more sleep. ]

[trickstering]

[Well that was...oddly nice. Perhaps he could just continue to let her sleep, then. If she wanted to hold on to him, that was her doing and she could hardly blame him, right?

No, Loki.]

Sif. Sif it is long past time to wake.

[Please don't punch me.]

[glaived]

For you, Loki, perhaps.

[ Still muttering into him, as if she's not quite aware of where she is. But then it clicks, and she almost throws herself back from shock. Instead she manages a fair distance away, and doesn't fall off the bed. ]

Loki!

[trickstering]

[He moves away from her as well, a courtesy to her so that she may have all the distance she wanted.]

Good morning.

[glaived]

Good morning. You look-- like yourself.

[ Thank the gods. ]

[trickstering]

Yes. It is a most welcome development.

[glaived]

[ a laugh, and she forgets the fact that she's in his bed.

if only for a second. ]

One can only imagine.

[trickstering]

[oh he

he made her laugh o//o ]

It was far too long away from it.

[glaived]

Well it's set to rights.

[ oh now

what are they supposed to do. she remembers the super weird confession just the same as he probably. ]

[trickstering]

Thank the Gods that it is.

[and he's just going to move really slowly towards her and try not to look threatening don't run away sif]