(closed) Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

[fiercestwarrior]

who: Sif, Ragnar and Thor
what: The boys gifted her with a Friendr profile and she is going to tear them several new assholes for it.
when: End of december/start of january
where: A pub somewhere, and wherever Thor can be tracked down
warnings: Violence, drama, asgardians, vikings



I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. (Ragnar)

The door to the pub flew open with a deafening crash, and after slamming into the wall simply gave up on itself and fell off its hinges. Through the now empty doorway strode lady Sif, her eyes like burning coals as they scanned the room to find her prey.

As soon as she spotted Ragnar, she marched over and grabbed him by the hair, giving the bartender a quick glance.

"I will pay for the damages."

Just not just then, because her next move was to drag Ragnar out of his chair and over to the door, practically throwing him out of it.

No, and if he were I would burn my library. (Thor)

Next on her list was the god of Thunder, and it was not particularly difficult to track him down. Her confrontation with Ragnar had done absolutely nothing to cool her blood, so one could still practically feel the heat of her rage as she approached him.

"Thor Odinson."

When Sif sounded that much like her mother, it was time to run for cover. Some might think that she had inherited her fearsome temper from her warrior father, but that was very far from the truth. Thor would have heard this particular intonation rather often, since Sif excelled at being infuriating to her mother when she was a child. Actually, she still did.

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[storradr]

Ragnar was still completely oblivious to the fact that Sif was furious. He'd happily volunteered his location and even ordered her a drink.

The door slamming open didn't cause a reaction except for Ragnar turning to see who was so eager for a drink that they couldn't open it normally. He squinted a bit from the sunlight and barely made out Sif's silhouette as she approached.

"Thirsty?" He grinned. Somehow he still hadn't managed to put two and two together. He blamed the alcohol.

Frowning as he spilled some of his drink when she grabbed him, he suddenly found himself on the ground outside. His frown deepened as he looked down at the cup still in his hand. At least there was a mouthful left. He finished it and tossed the cup aside as he got to his feet.

"Sif, what?" He asked lovingly as if that would somehow keep her from continuing the attack.

[fiercestwarrior]

Oh, that was a bad tone of voice to be using with her at that moment.

Her lips were pressed together so tightly that they were barely visible, and she could feel her hands shaking a little from how angry she was. It wasn't really proportional to the offense, but these days it really didn't take much to light her fuse. Beneath the surface, she was always angry.

What she truly wanted was to fight him, but that wasn't really a possibility. The scales were too uneven, it would not only be unfair but very dangerous and in spite of the murderous look that was currently on her face, she didn't actually want to kill him.

What she did do, however, was slap him. Hard enough that it probably felt like getting punched by someone very large.

"No assholes? People who can handle me? Heed your own words and do not come near me again you pig."

[storradr]

Hands down, the best way to rile up anyone you are either in an argument with, or fighting, was to smile. And for some reason any time he was in a domestic dispute, Ragnar found it difficult to stop grinning at whoever he was fighting. Maybe he just found fighting fun, or maybe he'd learned that it usually led to amazingly aggressive sex, whatever it was, it was a habit that had infuriated Lagertha and led to more than a few black eyes or split lips.

Unsurprisingly, he was smirking as Sif's slap connected with enough force behind the hit to send him stumbling. Somehow, he stayed on his feet and straightened back up, tongue running between his cheek and teeth as if he were checking to make sure they were all still there.

"What?" He asked, genuinely confused, and then it dawned on him, "Oh. Ohh. That is what you're so angry about? You... did not like it then? Why not? We did a fine job."

[fiercestwarrior]

"We? Who helped you?"

Sif had to remind herself that she was not a monster, running that mantra through her mind over and over to keep herself in check.

Thor was the god of thunder, and so he could command lightning. Loki was the god of mischief, and his skill with trickery and illusion was unmatched. Sif was a goddess of war, and while it granted her no special abilities beyond those which she had acquired through centuries of training, she was not unmarked by it.

Violence and wrath were parts of her, tangled around the core of her being like thorny vines. Her heartbeat felt like the heavy tread of thousands of marching feet, like the sound of swords against shields.

Her teeth were bared in something that was almost a snarl, and the look in her eyes suggested that she might be perfectly willing to rip his throat out with them.

[storradr]

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

His mind raced for a moment. He didn't know Thor that well, but he, somehow, remembered that look of utter terror on the god's face when he'd realized Ragnar had actually posted the profile. That, and he wasn't about to betray him.

"Just some others... in the drinking hall. I did not know their names," He offered apologetically with a small shrug.

"It was all my idea. You did not have one. I thought you would like it," He explained, "You are truly angry? Why? It was just a joke."

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif's eyes narrowed. He seemed to be telling the truth, but it didn't make much sense to her that he would have asked for the help of random strangers when it came to this. Then again, he had been drunk.

Furthermore, who would have helped him do this among the people who knew her?

There was Loki, of course. Not the one from her world, she didn't think, but perhaps the other one. Val would never be so stupid, neither would Taako.

"Did you rope Thor into this? Do not bother answering, I will ask him myself."

Ragnar had already made it clear what his position on the matter was going to be, after all, and she clearly couldn't tell whether or not he was lying.

Speaking of Thor, however...

She took a couple of swift steps closer to Ragnar and grabbed him by the collar, a small knife suddenly in her hand, edge across his throat.

"And you. You will not ever suggest to him ever again that he ask me to join him and his lover in bed, or I will cut your balls off and feed them to you."

[storradr]

He had no idea how or why she'd jumped to thinking that Thor was involved. She knew him far better than Ragnar did, maybe some of the wording rang a familiar chord? However she knew, he didn't confirm or deny it. Not that it would matter unless Thor was prepared to lie to her as well, which likely meant he'd dug a deeper hole for himself. Too late now.

He straightened up to avoid the knife, staring calmly at her, however, the threat made him raise his eyebrows.

"He is not keen on the idea regardless," He muttered quietly. There was no point bringing it up again, Thor didn't seem to think Sif was interested in him.

[fiercestwarrior]

Perhaps it was simply that she wanted to be angry with Thor, and so her mind sought out a reason to be so. She certainly couldn't be sure, and if Thor denied it she would have no grounds to call him out on it.

"Good."

The knife was lowered, and she pushed him away from her with a disgusted sound.

"Do you suppose that I am some plaything to pass around like a tankard of ale?"

[storradr]

Again, he seemed not to put up any resistance as she shoved him, fine aside from having to take a few steps to stay on his feet as he rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. Besides having a knife to his throat, this was nothing compared to his fights with Lagertha. She'd demand he either fought back or, at the very least, defended himself, as she went on full attack.

"What do you mean?" He sighed.

[fiercestwarrior]

Her current problem was that a full attack from her would kill him, and he would have to do worse than an unwelcome friendr profile for that to seem like just punishment. Especially since she would certainly be punished by the quarantine authorities if she were to crush his skull in broad daylight.

That did not make his attitude any less frustrating, if there was one thing that really got under Sif's skin, it was condescension.

Throwing things was, however, not off the table. It would give him a fair enough chance of dodging that she didn't feel bad at all about the fact that it would hurt a lot if any of her projectiles actually hit. And, as if the city itself wanted to help out, there was a helpful crate of apples standing outside the now broken pub door that was probably some delivery of some sort.

She wasn't going to question it, she was simply going to grab a couple and throw them in Ragnar's direction.

"Why are you trying to get people to think I want to sleep with them?"

[storradr]

"That was not-" He was interrupted mid-sentence as the first apple narrowly missed his head. He stepped out of the way of the next two as well, but simply ducked slightly so that the third thudded against his arm before falling to the ground.

"I did not say you did! I asked him why he did not marry one of you and keep the other as a mistress as the Thor in our tales has," He glanced towards the bar before he shouted anything else. Even the chance that one person was overhearing this was one too much. He hated doing this sort of thing in public.

[fiercestwarrior]

"Oh, is that all?"

She furiously launched a few more apples at him, so angry with him that she thought she might spontaneously combust.

"That is none of your business you selfish bastard!"

But if Ragnar wanted to know something, it didn't matter what the consequences of his prodding might be, did it?

Sif was not exactly one to air out her private business in public either, but at the moment she was so fired up that she didn't even care who might hear.

"And what is the meaning of this friendr... thing? What possessed you to be so stupidly invasive?"

[storradr]

He returns her glare, a spark of genuine anger in his eyes.

"Nothing I did was selfish. I asked him because I did not understand why he would not want to be with you. What mortal woman could ever compare?" He countered, still glaring at her. Well, if she didn't care if they did this here, then neither did he.

"Do you know that he has no idea? You bemoan that he has found another, but you never told him how you felt, did you? You are both fools. He, for not seeing it, and you, for not telling him," Everything in his posture screamed that he knew he was right, luckily for him he wasn't stupid enough to be smirking gloatingly about it, not yet, "Perhaps with this thing you might express your feelings more freely, though I find that unlikely.

As to what possessed me," He shrugged, now the hint of a hostile smirk working its way into the corners of his mouth, "Nothing more than that you did not have one. And ale."

[fiercestwarrior]

"Oh spare me, as if you yourself couldn't find someone who "compares" in less than half a day."

She abandoned her apple throwing for the moment, the air between them practically crackling with the combined energy of their anger.

"Do not pretend that it was in any way for my benefit that you went prying. You did not understand, so you wanted to know. Yes, I was a fool, for a long time. I cannot change it, and telling him now would only hurt him."

[storradr]

"To a beautiful warrior goddess?! Are you blind and a fool?" He rolled his eyes dramatically.

He scoffed at her further accusation, no longer angry, but definitely still annoyed.

"It was not for anybody's benefit. It was just a conversation. Simple," He threw up his hands in surrender, at a loss for what to do or say.

"So that is it? You are just... angry at me now? If you hate it so much can you not just... take it down, or something?" He legitimately sounded like he wasn't so sure about that part. Because, well, if the profile was permanent... yes, he could see why she was angry.

[fiercestwarrior]

"Yes, I am angry with you."

And she was going to stay angry as long as it damn well pleased her. He was a difficult man to argue with, because he very rarely got angry himself, and most often seemed to be baffled by why one would even have objections to something he had done.

If she could have fought him without risk to his life, that would have made things easier. Then she could work out her rage in a way that suited them both far better than using words.

"Just stay away from me."

She wasn't in the mood for being treated as if she was being unreasonable, even if her reaction was of a surety greater than what the offense deserved, so she simply decided to walk away.

Did she actually want him to stay away? No. But she had made her bed and she was going to lie in it, however lonely and uncomfortable it might turn out to be.