Misunderstandings

[shield_maiden]

Sometimes, Sif really loved the fact that Heimdall was her brother, and that he indulged her enough to humor her in reporting when Loki returned to the palace. She’d been even more upset when she’d been released from the healing rooms to find him gone, worried when she’d had no word from him, no visits, nothing.

She’d wracked her brain, trying to think of a reason why he might be avoiding her now, but was hard pressed to come up with one beyond the troubling thought that maybe he’d tired of her. Maybe he did believe her too large a chink in his armor, too great a weakness. She didn’t want to dwell on that, had tried her best to keep from fretting on it, although as the days stretched out, it became harder.

So when word arrived from her brother that Loki was currently in the throne room with Thor, she held off joining them, heading instead to Loki’s private chambers to lie in wait for him. She sank down behind one of his worktables, making herself comfortable as she waited. And if one of his overly large tomes hid her mostly from view… well, that was his fault for having such large books in the way, wasn’t it?